Broken Moon

chapter 4, the car ride

James POV

We go to change into our battle gear. I watch her enter the changing rooms and feel an extreme sense of loss. I thought being in separate rooms would make the world turn right side up again but it feels even worse than before. The entire class I had been in pain. I had felt more alone than I ever imagined I could feel. I don’t know much about Blacktail’s life except for the incident but I understand now it has been a punishment of solitude.

I change quickly and head back in to the classroom. I stand so I will immediately notice when Blacktail enters the room again. She does and as I am slightly more prepared for the impact. This time I take the moment to study her. Her eyes are crystal blue, like a very cold lake. Her hair dark like blackest of nights. Her skin is slightly tanned as if she spends a lot of time outside. Her lips are plump and can easily take my thoughts into an inappropriate place for class. Her body is muscular in a manner which shows she spends time both lifting weights and doing cardio. Our battle gear is tight and allow me to much to easily imagine what her body would look like without it on. And in Blacktail’s case her breasts look perfect for my hands. Her legs are long and could easily wrap around me. As I once again find myself slipping into dangerously inappropriate thoughts a messenger arrives and we are to head to a briefing.

I walk a little bit behind Blacktail making sure she knows the way. She does so I can’t step forwards and offer to help her find the way. When she gets assigned as my partner I feel a dash of excitement. She will be all mine for the entire afternoon. Our mission is easy and should allow us to get to know each other more.

I take Blacktail to the garage. I move towards the motorcycle and imagine what it would feel like to have her breasts pressed against my back. Her legs running along the side of mine. This image is slightly too distracting so instead I move us towards my Range Rover. This is the more practical and comfortable option. Once I sit down I do realize that this traps me in her scent, her wonderful scent of earth and leafs. I feel the same excitement I do when I’m in the woods charging after prey. If she tried to move away in this moment, I would not have been able to stop myself from giving chase.

She asks me about the Emerald. The hangout of lowlifes of all different kinds. Dangerous creatures. My heart cries out in fear and anger imagining her among these people.

“Avoid if you can.” Did I seriously just use an alpha command? Those are supposed to be reserved for serious issues and threats and definitely only to pack members.

We keep talking until some i***t drives out in front of without looking. Blacktail starts flying forwards and I panic. My hand shoots out to catch her, not realizing she had a seatbelt on. And now my arm is wrapped across her chest. I feel an almost magnetic pull towards her. I have to use all my self-control from simply grabbing her and biting deep into her neck. Unfortunately, this means I am not removing my hand. If she is not my mate, why do I want to mark her?

There is a voice coming from our com which manages to break me out of my trance. We are picking someone else up. I sit in silence and keep myself from looking at her. Why do I want to mark her? How can she feel so much like my mate and yet not be?