The Seduction of Jac Frost (by Tatienne Richard) novel Chapter 3

She’s My Mate

She was walking away.

Wilder’s heart was slamming against his ribs as Jacqueline Frost, his mate, walked out of the room as if she hadn’t just touched his hand and formed a mate bond with him. He

wanted to run after her and demand she explain why she was pretending with him, but he was in a room full of humans who wouldn’t understand the concept of fae and mate bonds.

She’d been right under his nose all this time. For five years she’d been working for his company, several floors beneath him where he never dared go because for the most part, humans made his skin itch. Too many damn years of his life searching for his mate and she was right there. He struggled not to hyperventilate as she walked out of the room without a single backwards glance. His entire body was screaming to hold her and yet she was feigning ignorance.

He was aware of Percy getting ready to dive into the plan for the fuckwad who screwed his nanny, but Wilder was reeling.

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“Give me a minute,” he held a finger up and struggled not to run but the door to chase the woman he could see through une glass 6

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windows of the boardroom pushing the call button for the elevator. Marching quickly, he reached her as she stepped into the elevator and she looked up at him in surprise when he jumped in between the sliding doors and got into the box with her, closed the doors, and then stopped the elevator from moving.

“What are you doing?” she looked at him wide–eyed.

“You felt it. I know you felt it. Why are you running?”

“I’m not running?” she frowned up at him. “I’m going back to my desk to work.”

She had the cutest little spattering of freckles over the bridge of her nose. He wanted to count them. Right now, though, when she scrunched her nose up in confusion, it was making him feel incredibly anxious.

“Why?”

“Because it’s not even ten o’clock and my day doesn’t end until four–thirty.” She looked at him like he had two heads.

Technically, he did and the second one was desperately wanting to stand at attention as the scent of his mate, a hint of cherry and lime if he wasn’t mistaken, filled his nostrils. He leaned forward and smelled her hair and considered it must be her shampoo.

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“Did you just sniff me?” she looked at him in horror.

“Yes. You’re my mate.”

“I’m sorry. I’m what?”

“My mate. Surely you have been looking for me?”

“I am so fucking confused,” she muttered as she looked away from him and stared at the floor.

“What are you confused about? We are mates. I touched your hand and the threads of our bond joined and we are now mated, for life.” He reached for her, and she stepped backwards away from him and his heart clenched miserably. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“Because you’re loony?”

“I’m loony?”

“Yes. Did you suffer a fall or something this morning?”

“Oh,” the word drawled slowly from his mouth as a thought occurred to him. “You mentioned you grew up in foster care. Did you not know fairies get mates?”

“Fairies?”

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“Yes. Fairies,” he waved his hand between them.

He was unprepared for the way she threw her head back and laughed loudly. At first he was stunned by her radiant beauty, the silky, creamy column of her alabaster skin as she exposed her neck, the way her eyes crinkled at the corner and her plush lips parted as the sound as wondrous as a million bells rang around them. Then as she continued to laugh, gripping the wall for support the laugh became more mocking and he realized she was laughing at him.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Why are you fucking with me this morning?” she retorted. “I seriously thought the bitch at the coffee shop laced my cup but now I’m thinking it’s you who is messing with me. Is this a hazing thing? Before one of the staff gets their first big account, the CEO messes with them?”

He stared incredulously. “I am not having a laugh.”

“You just called yourself a fairy,” she giggled again. “Do you sprinkle pixie dust and flitter around too?”

A horrible realizing crashed over him almost sending him to his knees as he stared at her in disbelief. She didn’t know what she was. She didn’t have a clue she was a fairy. How had she existed all this time without any of her powers manifesting or feeling the

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need to be around her own kind? Fairies by nature craved love and contact and nurtured family and connection.

“You’ve never been told you’re a fairy?” he asked cautiously.

“Yeah, boss man, I’m going to need you to unlock the elevator and let me get to work. This joke has gone on a hair too long and it’s making me uncomfortable.”

“Okay, I need you to listen to me very carefully,” he spoke softly and he reached for her hands and took them in his. The same exciting zing of connection flowed between them. When her eyes widened, he nodded, “hear my words, my mate. You are a fairy. It is not a joke. I am in awe that you’ve never noticed this before in your lifetime or that someone of our kind has not come to you and explained anything. I don’t know how you ended up believing you were human or living with humans instead of our kind, but you are a fairy, a child of fae. We typically live close to our own kind. We have abilities and skills humans do not. We also are blessed with one true mate, one love, which blooms and blossoms when we connect.” He lifted their hands together in between them, “the brighter the thread, the stronger the bond. You saw the golden threads, didn’t you?” When her breath grew raspy he smiled, “golden threads are the strongest of bonds. We were fated to be the example of what fae love is supposed to be. You must feel it.”

He could see in her blue eyes how confused she was and then she was yanking her hands away from him.

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“This is not funny,” her voice cracked. “Do you think this kind of prank is funny? Let me guess, you practiced magic tricks as a kid and you’re using them to fuck with me on what I felt might be the best day of my career? I’m a joke to you?”

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“No. Baby, no. I mean it.” He realized instantly calling her baby was a mistake as she lunged past him and smashed the button with her finger to make the elevator move. “I’m sorry, Jacqueline. Please, let’s talk about this.”

She then spun furiously and poked him in the chest.

“I don’t know who you talked to or what you think this will accomplish but this is the height of violations of my privacy. Digging into my past to find out that I grew up lonely and longing for a family to throw this kind of shit at me as a test or a hazing ritual is horrible and cruel.”

Her breath was coming in puffs as she spouted off at him. Many of her words were barely filtering as he caught sight of the crystals escaping her lips as she gave him hell. Her cheeks were turning a slight shade of blue. Her hands were quickly darkening into a blue he could only describe as a sky blue but a weird compulsion to google shades of blue was filling his head

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because he knew it wasn’t the right description.

“You’re blue,” he whispered aloud as the reality of her skin smacked him in the face. “You’re blue. Holy shit you’re blue.”

She froze at his words, her eyes rounded as she stared at her hands, her bag which held her laptop sliding down her shoulder to land on her wrist and she moved to catch it.

At that moment, the doors opened, and she fled out of the confines of the elevator and raced away. He felt his heart aching at the distance but then another thought filled his head as the doors closed again, caging him in the box and blocking her from sight. She was blue. There was only one kind of fae which turned blue.

Duplicating his earlier motion of stopping the elevator he used. his cell phone to send a message to his parents and then leaned against the metal walls and waited for one of them to join him.

“An elevator?”

He hadn’t waited long before his mother popped up in front of

him.

“You have an office a handful of floors up.”

“Mom.”

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“You texted me you needed me. Please do not tell me you think you’re trapped in an elevator which cannot move?”

“I found my mate.”

His mother’s pale brown eyes grew rounded as she absorbed his words. She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him tight exclaiming how amazing his news was.

“Mom.” He pulled her wrists off his neck and pushed her backwards. “She, um,” he gave a single shake of his head, “she

doesn’t know she is fae.”

“What? How is that possible?” his mother stepped back from

him.

“From what I’ve gleaned, she was given to humans as a baby. She was raised entirely by humans. I completely freaked her out. She’s an employee. I’ve never interacted with her before. I’ve never even been to this floor,” he waved at the number on the elevator panel. “She was handpicked by her supervisor to present a project to me and as soon as she stepped into the place I felt mischievous and knew she was of fae blood. I felt she would enjoy the banter, the way our kind does but she was getting annoyed and tucking herself away. I convinced her to join the project and in shaking her hand,” he waved at his wrist, “we bonded. Gold, Mom. It was gold.”

golden bond? How wondrous!”

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“She felt it and bolted. She panicked. I got her in here,” he rubbed his hand over his face, “and it became evident she didn’t know she was a fairy. I tried to explain it, and she freaked out and was giving me shit. She bolted.”

“She works here though. You can go to her and convince her.”

“She turned blue, Mom.”

His mother became so still he almost wondered if she’d turned

into a statue.

“She was angry and she turned blue.”

“How old is she?” the words croaked from her lips.

“Twenty–five. She is twenty–five.” He rubbed his chest, the lack of oxygen he was inhaling, causing him discomfort.

“Do you think?”

“Yes.”

“Impossible,” his mother whispered.

“She was blue!” he raised his voice at his mother, and she turned

her brown eyes at him in understanding. “My mate, my golden

mate, is a true Frost.”

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“What if,” his mother started to speak softly, “she is the missing child?”

“She has to be, Mom. She has to be. She’s the right age. She doesn’t know she’s fae. She turned blue right in front of me.”

“We’ll have to call him.” His mother made a face.

“He’s such an arrogant prick and he hates us. He blames us.

“He’s a fool.” His mother huffed indignantly.

“His daughter was stolen while she was on our land, Mother. I think if the roles were reversed, you would hate him too. They were at our palace for talks, and his wife went into labor, and someone absconded with their fucking infant. Do you know how bad this is going to look that I have the fucking princess of the Northern Kingdom, working for me as an employee? They’re going to think I knew.”

“We need to sit him down and talk to him.”

“Yeah. Meet me in my office in thirty minutes. I need to clear up a situation in the board room. Have Dad meet us too? I think

we’ll want all hands on deck. Jack Frost has been threatening a war for ages and this,” he waved to the elevator doors, “might be exactly what he uses to begin it.”

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