Mated & Blooded, A Blood Ties Novel, Book 1 by Kalalea George Page B

believed him now.
    Our time over the past week had convinced me.
Lucas believed I was his other half, and that his destiny in life
was to protect and please me. I also knew that the pack would never
accept me. That the worst case scenario was the most likely. I just
prayed to god that I was wrong. Lucas was an alpha meant to rule,
not a loner meant to live in the shadows.
    Every single mile we moved closer to pack
territory was like a knife in my side. It was getting hard to
breathe. The fear was palatable and clung heavily around me. I felt
like my soul was getting sucked out of my body. More than once I
moaned in actual physical pain. Each mile away from BlueRidge left
me feeling dull and desperate to go back. Lucas asked me several
times if I was fine I kept saying I was hunky-dory but he wasn’t
buying it. Finally just to calm him down, I told him that I was a
little hungry. He pulled over at the next rest stop with the
intention of buying us some food.
    “What do you want babe?” He asked.
    That’s when it hit me. I really was hungry.
Not for food for blood. My cheeks turned bright red. I hadn’t had
any fresh blood since the day we left school together. That was
well over a week ago. No wonder why I was in physical pain. I
opened my mouth to tell him when an intense pain shot through my
body. I screamed out in agony and doubled over in the car seat.
Lucas darted around the car and pulled open my door.
    “Oh god babe, what’s wrong. Please tell me
what’s wrong so I can help!”
    My vision was blurring, my breathing had
gotten very shallow, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing
out. I used the last ounce of strength to murmur
    “blood”
    Lucas must have heard me because within
seconds I felt his arm pushing into my mouth. I know he was
speaking to me, but I just couldn’t make out the words. My head was
spinning and I kept having this strange feeling like I shouldn’t be
drinking Lucas’s blood I should be drinking someone other than his.
It made me think about the dream I’d had the first night we stayed
in BlueRidge.
    It had been such a strange dream, and for
some reason I seemed to keep day dreaming about the dream. I kept
trying to remember why the dream was so important. It was like my
soul was trying to tell me something but I just couldn’t put my
finger on it. Then, as I felt the first drop of blood pumped
through my heart it was suddenly very clear.
    In the dream, I had met my soul mate, but in
the dream it wasn’t Lucas. In my dream my soul mate was almost the
mirror opposite of Lucas. He was tall, lithe and light haired. But
it wasn’t just physical appearance that was different. In an
instant I knew everything there was to know about my mate. It’s as
if our souls were bared to each other and every intimate detail
about ourselves had been shared.
    This mate was in many ways the opposite of
Lucas. I knew he would be hard where Lucas was soft. He would be
cold where Lucas was warm. He would be reasonable where Lucas was
demanding. He would be rough where Lucas was gentle. He would be
carefree where Lucas was duty bound. He would be funny where Lucas
was serious. He would be a mate that forced me to be all I could be
and take all that I could give, while Lucas was a mate that would
give all he could give, and take only what he needed.
    I knew he would love me heart body and soul
for being exactly who I am. That I would be his beginning and his
end and that he would be mine as well. He would love only me. No
other in his lifetime. He needed no pack or justification from
anyone else.
    Lucas’s blood started making its way through
my system and I could feel myself getting stronger. The stronger I
got the less the dream made sense. It started to get fuzzy around
the edges. I started to come around and could hear Lucas
apologizing and calling himself stupid over and over again for not
providing for me. He promised to make sure I never went hungry
again. He felt that it was his responsibility