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"May I?" His voice is hoarse, and I watch as he swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. I hesitate for just a moment before banishing the jumble of uncertainty from my mind and inclining my head. A soft sigh slips out of my mouth without my meaning for it to when his hand cups my face ever-so-gently. His thumb carefully swipes across the skin of my cheek, making the feelings in my chest even more dizzying. "I don't understand this," I whisper, leaning into his touch. "Why do I..." I struggle to articulate the feelings within me, unsure of what this reaction even is. He smiles down at me, his eyes dropping briefly to my lips. "It's our connection to each other. Our lore says that one soul is shared between a mated pair, and that the reason why you crave their presence so much is because of the yearning of your souls, desperate to be together again." My lips pull up in a soft smile at his story, my heartbeat picking up speed when his eyes shift to my mouth again. All I can hear is the sound of my own heartbeat, and I realize my hands have begun to tremble. "Can you feel my heart calling, Lyssa?" His voice is so soft I can barely hear it over the blood rushing in my ears. "Will you answer it?" - Lyssa Irwin is a hunter. She's a trained assassin, made to hunt down the werewolves that plague the earth. All her life she's learned that the wolves are evil beings that slaughter anyone who crosses them. It's always been this way. Life has forever ran its course like normal, the odd hunter going missing and the occasional wolf slipping away. But her life is thrown into complete disarray once she is abducted by the Alpha of one of the largest packs in North America. He keeps her at his mansion, insisting they are soulmates. His actions force Lyssa to overcome fears she never knew she had, and make decisions she never knew she would. ***This story is rated Mature for depictions of graphic violence and discussion of sensitive topics***
T.A.H. • MATES, SWEETHEART
