Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
“Tempting, but first, what’s wrong?” I completely forgot the reason I originally came in for, suddenly feeling guilty for distracting myself.
“Can you feel her through the link?” I watch his eyes glaze over, searching for her. The pull we always fight so hard against.
He stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair, his beast enraged, flinging the table into the wall. I step back. I know he won’t hurt me, but I know his beast doesn’t enjoy coming up empty. The fact he has come forward at all is proof enough at what Tobias found. His entire being shakes with anger, yet there’s also panic.
The ringing of the phone that lays on the floor pulls him to his senses, distracting that primal side of him long enough for Tobias to regain control of his emotions. He walks over, trying to pick up the phone, his claws impeding it, as they slash through the carpet. I quickly walk over, picking it up. “Hello?”
My father’s worried voice comes through the phone. “Have you spoken to your mother today?” That’s when I know something is definitely wrong. Something that includes not only my mother, but our mate. This is no coincidence.
“You there, son? Did you hear me? I can’t feel your mother, like she just vanished, leaving no trace, no pull to her.” My father is almost frantic.
Tobias
Three months, three long months without her, without touching her milky skin, without smelling her intoxicating scent, three months of nothing but anger and darkness.
Three months of sleeping in shitty motels while we travel around looking for her, only to come up empty. No word from her, not even to tell us if she is okay. Nothing but deafening silence through the bond. So silent it is chilling, trying to pull anything from it.
Is this some sick punishment from her? Can she not feel us either? Feel our desperation and longing for her?
My father went in the opposite direction to us, searching for his mate just like us. The despair I know he feels must be nearly killing him.
We aren’t as hopeless yet, still having Theo by my side is enough to keep my beast and darkest thoughts at bay. This won’t last forever though, not without her. The nightmares haunting my sleep put me more on edge, because I have this feeling they aren’t mine.
Yet, Theo doesn’t sleep, and we feel nothing through the bond to know if they are Imogen’s, or just my tormented mind is making me suffer more. When I sleep, Theo still prowls the night, searching for her. We don’t even know if we are going in the right direction, not that there are many directions left to run in.
Until we have her back, I will never stop searching. The only thing we have figured out is that she is carrying our child, well mine, but the biology doesn’t matter. This child belongs to all of us, just like she belongs to both Theo and me.
I understand why she ran. I never would have allowed her to go through with it. There is only one way this ends for her. I wouldn’t have cared if she hated me for it, at least she would have hated me and still been alive.
Now, nothing but fear plagues me. Were-babies don’t need as long as human babies to be created and born. So, it’s only a matter of time before this child will rip its way through her, killing her in the process.
I just hope my mother had some back-up plan before she took off with our mate. My mother has never kept it hidden how she wishes for a proper family, one with children. I know how she longs for grandchildren, yet with me and Theo it would never be a possibility.
We thought she accepted that, then this happens and now, we have to race against time to find her. Yet, my father is racing to save his mate. He knows if something happens to Imogen, I won’t hesitate, even if it kills Theo, I will kill her for letting her die.
Mother must know this, and that’s why she must have gone with her. I just pray she isn’t too late in changing her. I know I’m bringing my mate home, either dead or alive, I will find her and then, I will kill those that helped her with her suicide.
We have just pulled up at yet another crappy motel in the middle of nowhere. I look at the rundown building and its neon sign. Theo is out of the car already, walking to the small office and checking in. I open my door, letting the cool crisp air run over my heated skin, running my hands through my hair that is damp with sweat from yet another nightmare while I slept and Theo drove.
Theo comes back out, holding a key on a chain. I look up at him as he tosses it to me. We decided this time to bring the car. It is becoming too difficult for me to keep running, my beast is becoming stronger while I grow weaker. I never even put up a fight anymore, trying to control emotions, I let that primal side take over at the slightest emotion.
I know it will be something I will have to reign in when we get her back. I have spent nearly the entire three months in my wolf form. Theo said enough when I nearly killed some locals in the town a few days ago.
Like he’s the one to talk; I notice the moment he stepped out of the office with the key in his hand that he has blood on the collar of his shirt. Even though he tries to hide it from me, I know hunger is slowly taking over him.
“I hope you didn’t kill this one,” I mutter before standing and following Theo inside the shitty motel room. I flick on the light and instantly regret turning it on. The outdated furniture and its floral bedsheets are crawling with bugs, more specifically flies.
“Did something fucking die in here?” I ask as the smell makes me crinkle my nose in disgust.
“This is the only motel or hotel in this town, you’re going to have to manage” Theo snaps.
“I prefer to sleep in the car or outside,” I whine.
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