sentence.
“Is Rolf your alpha?” Laurence concentrated on pulling from his brain fragments of conversations he’d had in the past about shifters. Sadly, he’d rarely had contact with werekin…or at least he thought he hadn’t. Now he wondered how many people in his life weren’t quite what they appeared. After all, if he couldn’t spot a difference about his lover of nine months, what else could he have missed?
Dallas nodded but didn’t look up to meet Laurence’s eyes.
Rolf’s behaviour made more sense now. The alpha had probably protected Dallas for his entire childhood. Alphas were notoriously possessive about their pack. “Why would you hide this from me? Look at me!”
Dallas tentatively peered at Laurence through his dark bangs. “I thought you were human,” he said as if that explained everything.
“Don’t sorcerers smell differently?” He would’ve thought he’d have a different scent than a human. Laurence didn’t know if he should be offended or not.
“I just thought you smelt good because you were my mate,” Dallas explained. A gasp escaped his lips and he turned three shades paler than his normal colour.
Laurence could tell his sub wanted to yank the words back. Joy filled Laurence as he realised the implications of his lover’s words. A werekin would never leave anyone he considered his mate. “I’m your mate?”
A barely there nod was his only response, as if Dallas thought by avoiding the actual words he could ignore the implications.
“Then you should be here with me every night!” Laurence snapped, scowling at his sub. How could Dallas think being apart was acceptable? He didn’t care if Dallas had been trying to protect him from the truth. He wanted his lover with him every night. “Mates sleep together.”
“I can’t take the chance of shifting when the moon is full and hurting you,” Dallas argued. “I’m still young for a werekin and my control isn’t the best.”
“Trust me,” Laurence demanded. “I can protect myself, there’s no reason for you not to live with me. Is there?” He wouldn’t back down. His boy didn’t belong at that pack house with a stone-faced guardian, an unfriendly woman and armed guards. Laurence could keep them both safe.
Dallas didn’t respond right away.
“Is there?” Laurence asked impatiently.
“May I stand, Master?” Dallas asked in a hesitant voice.
“Yes.” Curiosity had Laurence stepping back to allow Dallas room to climb to his feet.
He walked over to the window, avoiding Laurence’s eyes. “In wolf years, I’m really young,” Dallas began. Laurence caught a quick look in his direction but didn’t interrupt. “My control varies and fades almost completely the closer it gets to the full moon. If I attack, I might not be able to…” He broke off as if his next words were too painful to speak.
“I understand. You don’t trust me,” Laurence replied. His sub’s slim form held the power of a wolf. He respected Dallas’ strength but his magic would protect him even against his beautiful lover.
Dallas shook his head. “It’s not about trust. I don’t know if my wolf will recognise you when I’m under the moon’s persuasion even if you are my mate.”
“Oh, I’m your mate.” Laurence’s attraction to Dallas made perfect sense only if they were mates. “Wizards might not have mates, not like wolves, but we take our commitments very seriously.”
So seriously that most wizards didn’t even try for any type of relationship. Bonding to a magic wielder had its own set of problems.
Dallas wouldn’t look at him.
Laurence sighed. “I’m more than capable of freezing you in a bubble if you try to attack me in wolf form.”
“Really?” Hope glowed on Dallas’ face.
“Yes. How many sorcerers do you know?” Laurence asked.
Dallas’ brow wrinkled. “Is your brother a sorcerer?”
“No.”
“Then…one. I know one.”
Laurence smiled. “So you’ll have to believe me when I tell you
“Is Rolf your alpha?” Laurence concentrated on pulling from his brain fragments of conversations he’d had in the past about shifters. Sadly, he’d rarely had contact with werekin…or at least he thought he hadn’t. Now he wondered how many people in his life weren’t quite what they appeared. After all, if he couldn’t spot a difference about his lover of nine months, what else could he have missed?
Dallas nodded but didn’t look up to meet Laurence’s eyes.
Rolf’s behaviour made more sense now. The alpha had probably protected Dallas for his entire childhood. Alphas were notoriously possessive about their pack. “Why would you hide this from me? Look at me!”
Dallas tentatively peered at Laurence through his dark bangs. “I thought you were human,” he said as if that explained everything.
“Don’t sorcerers smell differently?” He would’ve thought he’d have a different scent than a human. Laurence didn’t know if he should be offended or not.
“I just thought you smelt good because you were my mate,” Dallas explained. A gasp escaped his lips and he turned three shades paler than his normal colour.
Laurence could tell his sub wanted to yank the words back. Joy filled Laurence as he realised the implications of his lover’s words. A werekin would never leave anyone he considered his mate. “I’m your mate?”
A barely there nod was his only response, as if Dallas thought by avoiding the actual words he could ignore the implications.
“Then you should be here with me every night!” Laurence snapped, scowling at his sub. How could Dallas think being apart was acceptable? He didn’t care if Dallas had been trying to protect him from the truth. He wanted his lover with him every night. “Mates sleep together.”
“I can’t take the chance of shifting when the moon is full and hurting you,” Dallas argued. “I’m still young for a werekin and my control isn’t the best.”
“Trust me,” Laurence demanded. “I can protect myself, there’s no reason for you not to live with me. Is there?” He wouldn’t back down. His boy didn’t belong at that pack house with a stone-faced guardian, an unfriendly woman and armed guards. Laurence could keep them both safe.
Dallas didn’t respond right away.
“Is there?” Laurence asked impatiently.
“May I stand, Master?” Dallas asked in a hesitant voice.
“Yes.” Curiosity had Laurence stepping back to allow Dallas room to climb to his feet.
He walked over to the window, avoiding Laurence’s eyes. “In wolf years, I’m really young,” Dallas began. Laurence caught a quick look in his direction but didn’t interrupt. “My control varies and fades almost completely the closer it gets to the full moon. If I attack, I might not be able to…” He broke off as if his next words were too painful to speak.
“I understand. You don’t trust me,” Laurence replied. His sub’s slim form held the power of a wolf. He respected Dallas’ strength but his magic would protect him even against his beautiful lover.
Dallas shook his head. “It’s not about trust. I don’t know if my wolf will recognise you when I’m under the moon’s persuasion even if you are my mate.”
“Oh, I’m your mate.” Laurence’s attraction to Dallas made perfect sense only if they were mates. “Wizards might not have mates, not like wolves, but we take our commitments very seriously.”
So seriously that most wizards didn’t even try for any type of relationship. Bonding to a magic wielder had its own set of problems.
Dallas wouldn’t look at him.
Laurence sighed. “I’m more than capable of freezing you in a bubble if you try to attack me in wolf form.”
“Really?” Hope glowed on Dallas’ face.
“Yes. How many sorcerers do you know?” Laurence asked.
Dallas’ brow wrinkled. “Is your brother a sorcerer?”
“No.”
“Then…one. I know one.”
Laurence smiled. “So you’ll have to believe me when I tell you
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