Forsaken by the Moon Goddess novel Chapter 92

Benedict

Everything was perfect. I had planned tonight to make sure it was perfect. I meant what I said to Sloane about our parents screwing up their mate bond. I have no intention of ever messing things up with Sloane. She’s too perfect.

I didn’t want to rush anything, so even though she was practically begging me to slide inside her and my cock was pulsing with my own need to be inside her, I took it slow. I wanted to savor every minute of her, her moans, her taste, and, oh goddess, the sound of her screaming my name when she comes. I will never get tired of hearing that.

Everything about her made the possessiveness inside me intensify, making me practically desperate to mark her, showing the world that she’s mine.

Then she’d lifted her neck in submission, showing me that she is ready to wear my mark for the rest of her life, and I could wait anymore.

As soon as Marrok’s canines enter her neck, I felt her power. Goddess, her power is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I have been blessed by the Moon Goddess with a mate as strong as I am, possibly even stronger. It makes me so proud to be deserving of a woman like Sloane.

And then her canines sank into my marking spot. The exquisite pleasure of feeling her claim me, of Aisling’s venom flooding my system, had me shooting off with an orgasm so strong, it felt like fireworks were going off behind my eyes. At the same time, the mate bond snapped into place and a wave of love, pleasure, pride, and happiness filled me, which somehow increased the force of my orgasm.

I growled against her neck, using it to anchor myself to the here and now. And that’s when everything fell apart.

The connection, the mate bond that we shared for barely a moment, unsnapped as easily as it had snapped into place. ‘BEN…’ I heard Sloane’s panicked voice in my head before everything between us disconnected.

I yanked Marrok’s canines out of her neck, as Aisling’s snicked out of mine.

“SLOANE! SLOANE!”

I had no idea what was happening. Sloane was unconscious, her body going slack, while my body was still contracting with aftershocks. It’s like our mating killed her.

‘Marrok, what the fuck just happened?’ I ask panicking.

“Sloane, baby, wake up. Wake up!”

‘I don’t know. I can’t feel Aisling. She’s gone. I can’t feel her, Benedict,’ Marrok says, his voice sounding as panicked as mine.

I slide out of her and race to the door. “BETHANY!”

When she doesn’t answer, I race to her room, slamming the door open.

“Bene, what’s wrong?”

“Go get the doctor. Get him now. Drag him out of bed!”

“Bene, what happened? Where’s Sloane?”

“Just get the doctor. Get him here now.”

I race back to my room, gently tapping Sloane’s face. “Sloane, baby, I need you to come back to me. I don’t know what just happened, but I need you to come back, baby,” I say, hearing the desperation in my voice.

A few moments later, Bethany is back with the doctor. His hair is a mess and he’s still pulling on a bathrobe.

“What happened?” he asks, coming over to the bed. I suddenly realize that Sloane is only wearing the bra that’s pulled down under her breasts and the shredded panties. I pull the sheet over her exposed body, covering her.

“I don’t know what happened. We were completing our bond and everything was fine. The mate bond snapped into place, I could feel her emotions and feel her in my mind, and then …”

He turns and looks at me as he listens to her heart. “And then?”

“It all went away,” I whisper. “All of it. Marrok can’t feel Aisling at all.”

“Oh, Bene,” Bethany whispers, wrapping her arm around my waist as we stare at the doctor.

“Her heart and her lungs sound fine. She’s alive, just… unconscious.”

“Did she just pass out?” Bethany asks, hopefully.

“No,” the doctor says, looking at me. “If that were the case, Marrok would still be able to feel Aisling.”

“Did I make her lose her wolf? Did our mating make her lose Aisling?” I ask, unable to comprehend how much Sloane will hate me if that’s the case.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing. I’m going to take some blood and process it to see if it tells us anything. In the meantime, … have you called her uncle?”

I shake my head. “I called you first,” I say, unable to pull my eyes away from Sloane.

I wait while he draws her blood. When he leaves, I pick up my phone and sit on the edge of the bed, taking Sloane’s hand in mine.

“Benedict? Is everything alright?” a sleepy Alpha Roman asks when he answers my call. I realize it’s the middle of the night, but this can’t wait.

“Ayla can’t feel Aisling either,” Luna Samara says, turning worried eyes to Alpha Roman.

I get up, letting Luna Samara sit next to her niece.

“Tell me what happened,” he says.

I tell him what I told the doctor, about how we completed our bond and it snapped into place, then just as quickly disconnected. I tell him how it felt like Sloane realized something was wrong since she started to call my name in the mind

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“And then this,” I say, gesturing to where Sloane is lying on the bed.

“I’ve never heard of anything like this,” he says and begins to pace.

Everyone gets quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

Bethany comes to stand beside me, and I put my arm around her. She hugs me tightly as we stare at Sloane, willing her to wake up. Daniel is holding Scarlet while she cries softly.

“Roman,” Luna Samara says, turning to her mate. “Look.”

“What? What do you see? Did she open her eyes? Did she move? What did you see?” I ask, rushing to the bed, hoping to see Sloane’s eyes open. They aren’t.

Luna Samara doesn’t answer me, she just stares at her mate.

“How is that possible, Samara?”

“What? What do you see?” I demand, not understanding what they’re talking about.

“Look at her hair, Benedict,” Luna Samara says patiently.

I look, not understanding what I’m supposed to be seeing. I look back at Luna Samara who is watching me, waiting for me to see it. I look at Sloane, then back at Luna Samara again and that’s when it clicks.

My mate now has a white streak in her hair. It’s the same streak that Luna Samara has in hers. My mate got her white wolf. 6