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“Yes.”
“I’d like to think about that before I do it then.”
“Of course. And when you’re ready, when you truly accept me as your mate, we will mate and mark each other in our human form. Then, we will have completed the mating and marking process and our bond will be unbreakable.”
“It’s not unbreakable now?”
“I have marked you. You haven’t marked me, and we haven’t mated, so it’s not a fully formed bond. It’s basically one-sided. If you died, it would most likely kill me. I can hear your thoughts and feel your emotions. If something were to happen to me, you’d probably feel intense sadness, but it wouldn’t kill you.”
“That doesn’t seem very fair to you. You’re taking all the burden.”
“You’re worth it to me. I never expected to be given a fated mate. So, for me, I’m willing to take the risk until you trust me enough to complete this bond with me. I lift my face to his and kiss him softly. “Thank you. For saving me, for keeping. me safe and for your patience. I may not be ready to fully trust you yet, but it means a lot to me that you care enough about me to do all of this for me.”
“You’re my mate. I love you, unconditionally. Hopefully, one day, you’ll feel the same.”
I turn and go into the bathroom to shower. Eli has given me a lot to think about.
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I watch Grace go to the shower, listening as she turns on the water. Thank the Goddess she finally woke up. When I called Rik earlier, he assured me that it’s not uncommon for females to be knocked unconscious when they are marked, but neither he nor Liam had that with their Guardians. However, neither of them were on the run, exhausted, half-starved and emotionally distraught at the time they were marked either.
I’m thankful she doesn’t hate me right now. I had some horrible flashbacks to the time when I tried to force the mate mark on Cara. I know the situations were different, but I can’t lose Grace. I wasn’t joking when I said I never thought I’d be given a fated mate. With everything that has happened in my life, I didn’t think I deserved one. It just goes to show that the Goddess has a plan, even if we don’t know what it is.
I clean up while Grace showers. She takes quite awhile and I’m not sure if this is a common thing for her or if she’s avoiding me.
When she finally comes out, I grab my things and head into the bathroom. I didn’t have many clothes to begin with and I’ve lost some on this journey. I’ll need to figure out how to pay for new ones soon, along with everything else.
My plan is to take Grace to my old pack lands, the Silver Dawn Pack. I had started to rebuild it when I planned to take Cara as a mate. It still needs a lot of work, but it has become a place where rogues can go for a second chance, a sanctuary of sorts.
I had called myself their Alpha and they had followed me. Many were killed in the battle against the Canyon Ridge Pack when I kidnapped Cara. Any that acted like true rogues, those that killed indiscriminately or couldn’t abide by the hierarchy of the pack, were banished or killed. What is left, are those that are able to fight, and those that are willing to be a part of a pack again.
There are too many stories of rogues that are on their own, simply because they came from poorly run packs that had overbearing or cruel Alphas. Grace’s story and mine are not isolated incidents. There are so many rogues that are packless. through no fault of their own. I created a pack, a place where all the individuals. and families that wanted safety, wanted a place to call home, could come without fear.
I haven’t been back in a long time. After Cara was rescued, I ran. Then I was caught by Liam and held as his captive for six months. Now I’ve been on the run with Grace, keeping her safe. But it’s time to go home. Time for Grace to see what she’s in for if she decides to accept the mate bond. All I have to offer her is a broken-down pack with a bunch of misfits trying to make their way in the world.
I sigh, getting out of the shower, pulling on a pair of shorts. I like feeling Grace’s emotions. It has calmed Louis, but I hope that someday, she will accept me and want to complete the mate bond. I want someone by my side, helping me to rebuild a place that was broken into something amazing, something that everyone that lives there can be proud of.
When I walk out of the bathroom, I see that she’s already in the only bed in the room. I don’t want to presume, so I pull the chairs at the table closer together and prepare to sleep on them.
“What are you doing?” Grace asks me.
“Just getting comfortable.” I say. When I look at her, she’s frowning at me.
“In the chairs?”
I look down at them. Yeah, nothing about them looks comfortable at all.
“I already told you I can’t sleep unless you’re lying beside me.” She pats the bed beside her. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”
I step up to the bed. “I want to. I didn’t know if you would be comfortable with that.”
“Well, we’re partially bonded, right? Won’t you sleep better if you’re beside me?”
“Yes.”
“Good, then it’s settled. Hop in.”
I crawl into bed beside her, and she immediately curls up against me. I sigh heavily, relaxing for the first time in days.
“I’m sorry I had to mark you. I didn’t want it to be like that.”
“You kept those other wolves from forcing their mark on me. I have no idea what their pack is like, but based on their Alpha, I would have been miserable in that environment.”
I tuck her closer to me, Louis’s growl rumbling in my chest that someone almost forced their mark on our mate.
“Shhh, Louis, I’m safe now. Thanks to you and Eli. Rest, sweet wolf.” Grace says, rubbing her hand against my chest, soothing Louis’s growl.
“Sweet?” I ask her. Louis has been called many things, but sweet has never been one of them.
I can feel her smile against my chest. “He’s very sweet to Maia. She’s got a soft spot for him, too.”
Louis’s growl turns to a purr, and I feel Grace chuckle. “See? He’s so sweet.”
“What about me? Am I sweet?”
Am I fishing for compliments? Yes. Am I jealous that she seems to like my wolf more than me? Yes.
She lifts her head and looks at me. “You are amazing, kind and generous.”
I lean up kissing her gently. “Thank you.”
When she doesn’t lay back down, I turn to look at her again. She slowly lowers her face to mine, kissing me tentatively.
In an instant, I have our positions flipped with her underneath me, my body settling between her legs. I slowly increase the intensity of the kiss, wanting to taste her. I use one arm to keep most of my weight off of her while the other strokes her cheek, moving into her hair as my need to touch and taste her overwhelms me.
I nip at her bottom lip, making her gasp. When her mouth opens, I slide my tongue into the sweet tartness of her cherry taste. I moan as her taste floods my tongue and I hold her face gently as I take my time, tasting her mouth, feeling the soit plumpness of her lips, letting her get used to my tongue teasing hers.
Her arms go around me and I feel her nails dragging down my back. Exquisite pain. I can feel her tentativeness through the bond, but also her arousal which is perfuming the air around us. Her scent and her taste have me feeling intoxicated, drunk on my mate.