Bonded
Xander POV
I’m not happy that he came close to her. Knowing what tonight is, he shouldn’t have. Now, I can smell him on her. His scent has already wrapped around her and clung to her. My wolf is going crazy, wanting to get it off her.
I didn’t plan to come out here yet, but something made me, and now I know what. He was getting too close. Kneeling in
front of her, I go to talk but stop. Shifting the book I gave her earlier, I lift the other e.
My eyes go to her face, and I open the book, staring at the blank pages. “Why do you have this book?”
She shrugs slightly. “It interested me.”
Nodding, I smile. “It’s interesting to many, and there’s a file in the library about this book. So many have tried to work out what it is. Witches have used magic to try and figure it out, but no one could.”
“What do you mean?” She looks back at me from the book.
“The pages are empty. At first, people assumed it was a journal, but over the years, people have tried to write in it. Only the ink runs straight off the page, as if it’s not even a book and paper.”
She tilts her head, looking more interested. “What else do you know about it?”
Sighing, I sit down more. “From the files, many people have tried to work out what it is. People suspect the words will only appear when the time is right. That could be tomorrow or in a thousand years.”
She leans forward, keen to listen. My wolf jumps forward and recoils when he smells her. Yeah, she still has that scent from him on her. I hate it as well, but right now, I want to please her. So, if that means talking, I will push down the urges building within me.
“There’s magic to it, but witches were unable to work out the type of magic. People think that it’s a journal, but only made for certain people. Others think it’s not a journal and an object disguised as a journal.”
Chewing her lip, she nods.
“Here,” I hold out a pen to her. “You try.”
She hesitates before taking the pen. Nothing will happen, it never does. But she should be able to see what happens when someone tries to write in it.
She opens the book and goes to the very last page, which is weird. Most would go to the front or even the middle, but she picks the last page.
“Why did you pick the last page and not just a random one?”
Shrugging, she smiles. “If you’re right about it being a journal, how do we know the other pages aren’t already full?”
Interesting. I never thought of that. She writes hello, and I wait for the ink to run off the page. Only it pulses, before disappearing into the paper. My body stills, and her eyes widen. She focuses like she’s reading.
“What?” I ask.
She looks at me.
“What did you see?” I ask.
“Nothing, I just…I thought you said the ink runs off the paper? Why did it disappear?”
I get the sense she’s lying. I push it back, though. “Maybe it’s the page?” I turn it to the front, where I know others have tried. I nod at her, and she writes hello again. I wait, but the ink doesn’t run; it almost dissolves into the paper and vanishes.
“That’s new.” I take the book and try to write hello, but the ink runs off the paper. So it’s her, something about this book links to her. “Who are you?”
I look at her, and her eyes widen.
“I didn’t mean that in a bad way, but you’re the only one the book has reacted differently to.” Smiling, I try to ease her worries. “I just mean, do you know of anything about you or your family that makes you special?” My wolf is getting restless; he wants to do more than talk. The moon is high, and it’s hard to ignore the instinct, but this is different. I need
answers.
“You don’t want to believe me, so why would I bother?”
Nodding, I smile. “I understand that, I dismissed Successfully unlocked! thought you were lying, but I’m trying. Until I see proof or hear of proof you’re doing something wrong will listen
It will be hard, because of who her father is, but I’m willing to try.
“You don’t believe me, though. I’m the only child of my father; when he dies, I should be Alpha. The only female Alpha, how is that not different or special?”
led
ing, I rub my face. I don’t see it as special; I see it as a curse put on her father. The Moon Goddess wanted his family of power and did it by giving him a girl, and letting his son die. I said I would try to listen and understand, though. So I
you think that makes you special?” I ask.
u don’t believe me, no one does. No one believes that a female can be an Alpha.”
aking my head, I lean in. “No, I just want to know what you think. Do you think the fact that you believe you should be
ha is why this book reacts differently to you?”
is the only thing that I can think of that makes me different. Everything else is the same. But no one else believes it, so aybe I’m not different. Maybe I’m not special and the book picks and chooses who it works with.”
e places it down and looks up at the moon. Her face is flushed now, and she’s trying to ignore it as well. So I won’t push er into this without her feeling ready.
veryone is different,” I say quietly. I don’t like how she thinks she’s the same as everyone. She’s not, she’s my mate.
Then if everyone is different, how am I? Surely we’re all the same because no one isn’t different.”
he’s right there. If every person is different and special, then aren’t they all just normal?
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