Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,7
way, apparently. I sounded out her name on my lips silently, wondering what she would taste like. I bet even sweeter than she smelled. A growl of frustration caused my chest to rumble as a wave of lust almost drowned me, growing larger and more threatening ever since first meeting her dark mysterious gaze.
I’d never been a jealous man. Or a possessive man. Usually I was fairly upbeat and relaxed, but right now? I wanted to wrap myself around this woman and never let another fucking man look at her. Everything about her was stunning and intoxicating.
She was also my mate. My goddamn mate.
I could tell her reaction to me had surprised her. I didn’t think she realized what our connection was yet, in fact, I wasn’t positive she knew a lot about the supernatural world overall. She had seemed genuinely shocked that I’d known she was a shifter.
No matter though, I planned on telling her she was my mate after she got some damn sleep and food. My wolf rumbled in agreement, worried about her since we hadn’t been around to take care of her until now. I had no idea who would let this perfect woman go out on her own like this, in the middle of the fucking night by herself, but it was their loss. Finders, keepers. I wasn’t giving her back.
I frowned, my eyes moving across the pad of paper on her lap and her elegantly written ‘no one.’ I didn’t like that at all. She had someone now. She had me. I was glad my brothers and I didn’t have to kill someone though. You know, like a boyfriend or someone else who thought they had a claim to our perfect mate.
Not liking that thought and wanting her closer, I wrapped an arm around her. My finger wrapped around a small strand of purple hair that had escaped from her beanie.
Her ivory skin was no longer filled with that stunning blush but her plush red lips were relaxed and slightly parted. Those dark lashes hid her almost black eyes. Dressed in oversized clothes that looked comfortable, she seemed so small and delicate. I wanted her to have a thicker jacket on, not trusting that she would be warm enough. I had the ridiculous urge to pull her onto my lap, close enough to assure that fact.
A small smirk played on my lips. Maker. My brothers were going to be absolutely shocked.
She let out a small yawn, drawing my attention. Her head nuzzled against my chest. Well, Colette may not know what the hell to think about me, but her instincts obviously did. It seemed she trusted me on some level since she was falling asleep so easily in my arms.
Squeezing her tighter, rested my chin on top of her head and breathed in her soft scent. Couldn’t even bother to mind how hard I was. Totally worth it to hold her so close. I wouldn’t trade that shit for anything.
What the hell were the chances that this woman would pick to go to Willowdale Village after missing her bus to LA? What were the chances that my meeting with another pack would have run late today? Hell, what were the chances that I had decided to not drive today? I was so thankful at the collision of fate.
My eyes flickered over the notebook on my lap that she’d been writing on. I didn’t find it odd that she couldn’t talk. I mean, it was a bit of an adjustment mentally, but that was just Colette. I didn’t feel like she was lacking in any way. In fact, I think it just made her more unique.
I would need to learn sign language though. I wanted to be able to talk to her as much as possible and ask her about, well... everything. I had the urge to delve into her mind and figure out every single puzzle piece that made up my beautiful little mate.
I’d been on this planet for almost twenty-three years and had spent every single one of them in Willowdale Village. Shifters usually found their mates between sixteen and eighteen, so the past few years had been somewhat of an odd waiting game for my brothers and I. Part of me had accepted that there was a possibility that we may just not have a mate. It hadn’t bothered me much, but it was obvious I hadn’t realized what we were missing out on. Now that I’d found her? Well, the connection