Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
With a sigh, I run a hand down my face, take a deep breath of nasty air, and hold it.
My gaze darts to the door every patron comes through after signing a waiver. I’m still holding my breath when I spot her. In that one second, my entire world shifts.
It’s her. My mate. My other half. The female Fate chose for me to spend centuries with.
I can’t move for long seconds as I watch her. I want to take this in, absorb this moment, and never forget it. I’ll cherish it for my entire life.
She has no idea yet. She’s not programmed to recognize our connection as fast as me. Soon she will feel it as strongly as I do, but it takes time. It’s a foreign concept to humans and difficult for them to accept.
My mate has only moved a few feet into the room. She’s alone. That’s uncommon. Often these girls come to the club in groups or at least with one friend. My mate is not toting an entourage.
She’s scared. I know it’s not reasonable, but I feel like I can sense her elevated heart rate from here. She’s also stunning. Granted I would think so no matter what. That’s how I’m wired. After days of standing here with no reaction to any female, my cock is hard.
Brown curls hang past her shoulders. I suspect if I were to pull on one, it would extend nearly twice as long. Big brown eyes peer around the room. I get the oddest sense that her nerves have nothing to do with the fact that this is specifically Club Zoom. I don’t believe she’s used to entering a club at all.
Why are you alone, Little one?
She’s not dressed like most of these females either. She has on jeans and a navy cardigan. It’s wrapped tightly around her, so I have no idea what she might be wearing under it. Her arms are crossed below her breasts, so I can’t even discern how large her chest might be. Not that it matters to me one bit.
I hate to take my eyes off her, but I quickly glance around to see if any of the other men currently waiting to find their mates have also homed in on my Little girl. They have not. Skarg and Kafran are deep in conversation with each other.
When I shift my attention back to my mate, I find her scanning the room. I wait, wondering if she might recognize me for who I am.
Her gaze hesitates when she spots Skarg and Kafran, but only for a moment before she continues soaking in the rest of the club until finally spotting me. She freezes.
For several long seconds, we stare at each other. Her huge brown eyes widen, and her lips part. She’s not simply stunned to see an Eleadian for the first time because she could have lingered longer watching Skarg or Kafran. No, some part of her recognizes me for who I am.
I smile at her over the heads of all the other females in the club.
She takes a step back toward the entrance.
This is my cue to move away from my perch at the bar. I take long strides in her direction, grateful that the crowd parts. They’re probably as curious about my actions as my girl is.
Suddenly she turns around and bolts toward the door. She’s not fast enough, though. It’s also helpful that three females are coming in at the same moment, blocking her from exiting.
Before she can get past them, I reach her. My hands come to her shoulders, and I ease her back so that she’s flattened against my front.
Heavens, she feels so good in my arms. Right. The chaos around me dissolves as I focus every ounce of my attention on my Little girl. Her scent is intoxicating now that I’m closer.
“No…” she whimpers with no conviction. Her heart races. She’s breathing heavily. But her body leans into mine.
I have to bend to get my lips near her ear. “Yes, Little one. You feel it, too. It’s undeniable.”
She shakes her head. “I can’t. Oh, God. My father is going to kill me.”
I can’t resist kissing her neck, and I love the way her breath hitches. “He won’t, Baby girl. He’ll never be near you again to do so.” I try to convey all of that without sounding harsh. The reality is I’m stating a fact. I don’t know what sort of relationship she has with her father, but she’ll never see him again. I hurt for her. When human females find out they will never see their loved ones again, they mourn the loss. Some more than others.
We’re facing the closed door now. It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d gone through it. I would have followed her at least through to the entry room. I wouldn’t have been able to step outside, but our connection had already been established. Even if she’d left the club and gone home, she wouldn’t have been able to shake me from her mind. She would have eventually returned, drawn back like I’m the largest magnet in existence.