Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 589

Chapter 589

NINA

Nia had been waiting for three years.

I knew this the moment she arrived — the specific quality of her coming back, not gentle, not tentative, but the full force of something that had been compressed for a very long time and was now expanding into every available space simultaneously. She didn't ease back into existence. She arrived.

*MATE,* she said, immediately and with complete certainty.

*I know,* I said.

*MATE,* she said again, louder, in case I'd missed it the first time.

*Nia,* I said.

*WHERE,* she said.

*Right there,* I said. *The grey wolf. That's Jordan.*

*MATE,* she said, for the third time, with the specific quality of someone who'd been given one piece of information and was not moving past it until it had been fully processed.

*I know,* I said. *We've been together for years. You know Jordan.*

*I know Jay,* she said, because Nia had apparently decided that Jordan's wolf name was Jay and she was going to use it without negotiating. *Jay is my mate. Hi Jay. Why is he over there. He should be here. Why isn't he here yet.*

*He's coming,* I said.

*He should be faster,* she said.

Jay came from the left, moving through the clearing with the specific grey-wolf efficiency that was entirely Jordan — not the fastest wolf in the clearing, not the biggest, but moving with the particular purposeful quality of something that knew exactly where it was going and had already calculated the optimal path there.

He saw us.

He pounced.

This was not something Jordan did in human form. Jordan in human form was precise and controlled and moved through spaces with the considered deliberation of someone whose instinct was to assess before acting. Jordan's wolf, apparently, had different opinions about appropriate response times when his mate was visible and within range.

He hit me at full speed.

We went down together — the specific full-body impact of two wolves meeting at velocity, the rolling tumble of it, grass and morning light and Nia's complete delight flooding through every channel I had as we sorted out which way was up.

Jay had me pinned.

His paws on either side of my head, his weight over mine, his wolf eyes looking at me with the expression that was entirely his — the dry intelligence of it, the specific warmth underneath the dry intelligence that he usually kept for private moments and was apparently not keeping private now.

*For someone in charge of security,* Jay said, through the link, *you are very easy to pin down.*

*Don't push your luck, nerd,* Nia said back, through me, at a volume that carried to everyone within link range, which was most of the clearing. *It was once. I was feeling gracious.*

*Hi,* Jay said. *I've missed you.*

The words arrived in the specific way things arrived when they were true without management — the specific quality of Jordan saying something he meant completely, in a form that couldn't perform it, the wolf's complete inability to manage the emotional register the way the human layer could.

Nia went warm all through me.

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