Purple Sky (Pack #4) Read Online Cardeno C

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Pack Series by Cardeno C.
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
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“When I met my other mate,” Keith explained. “It wasn’t like this.”

Seemingly as soon as his words registered, Brian’s scent soured and his body stiffened. “Other mate?” He jerked back. “What other mate? You’re my mate!”

That was true. Undeniable. He nodded in agreement. “I am. I know I am.”

“I’m your mate.” Brian ground his teeth together. “You can’t have another mate.”

“I think maybe…” The last couple of months had stripped him of his energy and he was nowhere near his best, so he was struggling to reconcile what he was experiencing with what he had believed for his entire adult life. “He wasn’t.” But then what had Timothy been to him? Why had he believed him to be his mate?

“Who are you talking about?” Brian’s voice shook, his tone having shifted from soft to angry and now anxious. “What other mate?”

The last thing he wanted was to upset this man, but he was overwhelmed, struggling to make sense of everything in his mind and body. “Can I take a shower?” he asked. Maybe cleaning his body would help do the same to his mind. Plus, it would give him a quiet place to think.

“A shower?” Brian blinked a few times and then looked him over from head to toe. “I forgot. I promised you could bathe after the IV. You must feel grimy from the traveling and”—he swallowed hard—“whatever you went through before that.”

He did feel gross. There was a toilet and sink in his basement room, but he could never get fully clean washing himself with a cloth, and he didn’t remember the last time he’d had the desire to bother or the energy to try. Ashamed to appear this way in front of his mate, he curled in on himself. “I probably smell terrible. I'm sorry.”

“Not to me, you don’t.” Brian shook his head and caressed Keith’s cheek again. “But I know you’ll feel better once you’re clean.” He rose to his feet and then hooked his arm around Keith’s shoulder and tugged him up. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

“I can stand and walk and take a shower on my own.” He grinned at the protective Alpha beside him, intrigued by those instincts being aimed in his direction. “I’m stronger than I look.” He winked and studied his mate. With them both standing, he confirmed that they were the same height. Brian’s eyes were a rich, calm brown. His face was perfectly symmetrical, jaw sharp, classically handsome. His hair was curly to Keith’s straight, but equally dark. He was the most stunning person Keith had ever seen. “How old are you?”

“I’m thirty-three and you were unconscious ten minutes ago.” He tightened his arm. “I’ll help you. I don’t want you to fall and hit your head.”

“I was just resting my eyes, and don’t worry, I’m hard to kill.” Something he knew from personal experience. Remaining alive had been one of his failures, but as he stood beside Brian Berger, he reevaluated that notion. “I’m almost twenty-six,” he volunteered.

“When’s your birthday?” Brian asked as he led them across the room.

Deciding to let him, Keith pressed closer to his warm, firm body. “The twenty-eighth of next month. When’s yours?”

“The third of last month.”

“What’s your favorite color?” Keith asked as they crossed the bathroom threshold.

“My favorite color?” Brian frowned at him.

“We’re getting to know each other, right?”

“How are you this upbeat and alert?” His expression, voice, and scent telegraphed his confusion. “I can feel your protruding ribs, your skin’s pale and clammy, there are circles under your eyes. I was worried I’d lose you, and now you’re fine?”

“Wow! Thanks for that. I was hoping to be attractive to my mate, but I guess that train can run on a one-way track,” he joked and realized that he did feel upbeat. He was happy and relieved. Timothy Tillers hadn’t been his mate. He hadn’t failed the person destined for him. He still had to figure out what had happened back then, but despite not knowing the details, an insurmountable weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“That’s not what I meant.” Brian shook his head. “Even with all those things, you’re beautiful.”

“Even with.”

“That’s not…” Brian sighed in frustration. “I'm messing this up.”

“You’re fine.” He patted Brian’s chest and stepped away from his hold and over to the shower. “I’m kidding around.” He turned the dial and put his hand under the stream.

“Careful.” Brian darted forward and wrapped his arm around Keith’s waist.

“I’m not going to collapse.” He turned in Brian’s hold. “I promise you, mate, I am much, much more powerful than I look.” He met Brian’s dark eyes. “I’ve had to be.”

“What does that mean?”

He contemplated his answer before speaking. “My father died under mysterious circumstances when I was a baby. My mother took up with her ex from another pack. He moved to Green Field with his teenage son and stepped into the Alpha role. The pack hated him, but they relented and said he could stay until I came of age. My mother passed not long after that, leaving him as my guardian until I grew old enough to take his place. You’ve met Rupert Jackson and his son?”


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