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They truly didn’t care if I lived or died. Well, the joke’s on them…because I can’t die.
“I did it because some pitiful part of my heart thought they were mine. Stupid, stupid girl.” The tears rolling down my cheeks mingled with the sweat. It was now or never. “I always dreamed of flying,” I said before I turned and stepped off the cliff.
She has a whole monologue out loud just to let them know what she is feeling... 1. Lazy af, 2. That is such a CORNY line, jesus
“The little warrior is ours.”
She had the curves of a high-end sports car. Her breasts were not large in a fake way, but they were far from small. She had a tiny waist that flared out at her hips, giving her a perfect hourglass shape. Her stomach was taut, with the toned look of someone who took care of themselves.
She had five mates, and we were among the most powerful shifters alive, and yet she had been the one to protect us.
She could have spent those last moments of her life being held by her mates, but we had driven her away. My mate had died hurting.
I felt a pang of guilt toward my shadow at breaking my agreement with them, but I recognized that I would never again be able to walk away from my feisty little mate. I would spend forever trying to gain her forgiveness.
“Ours,” he murmured in my head. “Yes. Always,” I agreed.
“They want to have sex with you, and not gentle lovemaking. Then they want to sink their teeth into you, leaving the marks of their claim on your skin. At this moment it’s taking every bit of their self-control to not take you right here, right now.”
She may choose to never complete the claim, and we would honor her choice, but we were forever hers.
I would survive, even if it killed me.
He was mine, at least for now, and nobody kills what is mine.
She was responding to the mate bond call exactly as intended. We were the idiots who thought we knew better than the Fates.
Forget the cat that caught the canary, this phoenix had just caught her a jaguar.