Page 81 of Alpha Hunt

I start to laugh. “You’re messing with me.”

“I am.” Her grin broadens. “Remember when you told me to run that day on the hunt? You started counting down…”

“I remember.” I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. God, I love the way she smells.

“I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” She giggles.

“Except for now.”

“Except for now,” she agrees. “And maybe once in a certain changing room back at the gym.”

The memory of that moment has my cock stirring again. And it hasn’t been a minute. “I think we may have to go back there.”

“Nope. Jagger’s head might explode. I think we should go back to the forest…for a rematch.”

“I’ll catch you again.”

“Of course you will. I won’t run very fast.”

I find myself laughing. Even after all that’s happened these past few days, I can’t remember a time my heart felt lighter.

Rolling further onto my back, I pull her on top of me. She hovers over me, her eyes moving over my face and then lower, past my chin. They cloud a little and she dips her head to press her lips to my throat. Grazing the scar there.

“You have a new mark here now,” she says when she lifts her head again. “The one I’ve left is better.”

“Of course it is.” I remember the last time she asked about my past and how badly that turned out. “If you ever want to know—”

“How you got it?” She presses her lips to the scar again, then stares at me strangely. “I know.”

My eyebrows pull together. “You know?”

“Yes.” She nods, then goes on, “When you were a boy, your Alpha was afraid of you…of what you could do, so he locked you underground and chained you with silver. The collar left that mark because you tried to fight it. They kept you like that for years.”

My heart stops for a second. “How do you know that?” I choke out the words.

“Magic.”

I’m staring at her. It can’t be real. “You…” I lick my lips. They’re dry. “You’re…”

“Psychic? Maybe…” She smiles.

We’ve had this conversation before, except I was the one sharing secrets that time.

I can’t believe this. It’s impossible. “You read minds…”

“Only yours,” she whispers into my ear as if sharing a secret.

Warmth floods me in a rush. I’ve spent a lifetime hiding this curse, and suddenly, it feels like a gift…one I share with my mate.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her.

“I know.” She cups my cheek. “Perfect for you.”

And she’s right.

Chapter 30

Casey