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Mate.

No.

Chapter 41

Rhea stood frozen beneath the strip of moonlight, staring across.the room.

At him.

The Rogue King had stopped near the doorway. He wasn’t looking at us the way he had before. The boredom was gone. So was the indifference.

For several seconds, no one moved. Then Rhea took one step toward him.

Stop.

Her paw lifted again.

Rhea.

Mate.

I fought for control of our body. She fought back. Not because she wanted to disobey me. Because something stronger than either of us seemed to have hooked beneath our ribs and pulled.

The Rogue King’s gaze dropped to Rhea’s paws. Then lifted to her face. “What did you do?”

The woman beside him frowned. “Nothing.”

His eyes snapped toward her. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I didn’t.”

Rhea strained forward again. My stomach turned.

I had waited for this once. Years ago, before Kade and I became something more than friends, I had wondered about my mate like every other girl did. What he would look like. Where I would meet him. Whether I would know immediately.

Then eighteen came. Nineteen. Twenty. Nothing. Eventually, I stopped waiting.

Kade was there. Someone I knew. Someone I trusted. Someone I loved in my own way. It had seemed enough.

Then Kade found his mate.

And now fate had finally decided to remember me.

Of course it had given me this.

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1:57 pm

The Rogue King looked around the room. “Everyone out.”

Jax frowned. “Boss-”

“Out.”

There was something in his voice that made even Jax stop.

The guards moved first. The two women near the wall followed. Jax lingered half a second longer, his gaze moving between Rhea and the man across from us.

The Rogue King looked at him. Jax left. The door closed behind them. Only the womit remained.

He looked at her. “You too.”

“No.”

His expression darkened.

“If this is what I think it is, you need me here.”

For a moment, I thought he might throw her out anyway.

He groaned. “Cressida.”

So that was her name.

She didn’t move.

“Touch her,” Cressida said.

His gaze sharpened. “What?”

“You felt something before.”

When he’d touched my face. He had, I had seen it.

Cressida looked at Rhea. “And she clearly feels something now.”

“I know what she’s doing.”

“Then confirm it.”

Rhea’s entire body was tense. Waiting.

Don’t.

She ignored me.

The Rogue King crossed the room. Every step made the pull stronger. By the time he stopped in front of us, Rhea

was trembling. He crouched.

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Jwanted to bare our teeth. Rhea didn’t.

His hand came toward her.

Don’t let him touch us.

Mate.

His palm settled against the side of Rhea’s neck. Everything inside me exploded. Warmth rushed through our

body. A sudden, aching sense of recognition.

Rhea leaned into his hand only slightly. I recoiled inside her.

What are you doing?

She made a low sound in her throat.

The Rogue King’s fingers tightened in her fur. His eyes closed for half a second. When they opened, anger had replaced the shock.

“This is a fucking joke.”

Cressida watched him carefully. “No.”

He pulled his hand away. Rhea followed it. I forced her back so hard she stumbled.

Stop it.

Confusion came through the bond between us.

He is ours.

He wanted to kill us five minutes ago.

Rhea growled softly. She knew. Of course she knew. It didn’t change what her instincts were telling her. I suddenly hated the mate bond more than I had ever hated anything.

The Rogue King stood. “She’s useless.”

The word landed harder than it should have.

Ridiculous.

I didn’t care what he thought of me. I shouldn’t. But Rhea flinched. And somehow I felt that too.

Rhea’s legs gave out. The shift slipped before I could stop it. Fur disappeared. Bones changed. A second later, my shoulder hit the cold stone. I curled in on myself instinctively.

My clothes were gone, shredded during the forced shift. I pulled my knees toward my chest and covered myself with my arms, shaking too badly to hide much of anything. Humiliation burned through me. I wished the floor

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1:57 pm

“Enough.”

His eyes flicked toward her.

“Put her down.”

“She’s useless.”

“And you still don’t know what killing your fated mate will do to you.”

His grip tightened once more. Black spots crowded the edges of my vision.

Cressida came closer. “Have you ever killed a fated mate before?

He said nothing.

“Rejected one?”

Nothing.

“Then perhaps don’t experiment with consequences you don’t understand.”

Something almost hysterical rose inside me. Apparently I had survived because he might suffer. Not because killing me was wrong. Not because I mattered. Because I had somehow become a risk to him.

Perfect.

For another second, he held me there. Then his fingers opened, and I dropped.

My knees hit first. Then my hands. I folded forward, coughing. Air tore into my lungs. I pressed one hand to my throat. It hurt to breathe. It hurt worse to swallow.

Rhea whimpered somewhere inside me.

Don’t.

I didn’t know whether I meant her or him.

Cressida crouched beside me. I flinched away.

“Hold still.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“If I wanted to hurt you, I’d let him continue.”

That shut me up.

She caught my chin lightly and turned my head. Her touch was nothing like his. Clinical. Detached.

Her eyes narrowed at my neck. “Surface scratches.”

1:58 pm

Toughed again. “Lucky me.”

She stood and crossed to one of the benches along the wall.

The Rogue King had turned away from us. He paced once across the room. Then back.

“No one should know.”

Cressida opened a small leather case. “They won’t.

She came back carrying a long dark garment and a small jar. She dropped the garment beside me, “Put that on.”

My hands shook as I reached for it. It was some kind of plain black shirt, too large and shapeless, but I would have worn a sack if it covered me.

Getting it over my head took more effort than it should have. By the time I pulled my arms through, my breathing had started shaking again.

Cressida crouched beside me and opened the jar. I smelled herbs.