My child…
That’s right. I was pregnant. The baby had to come from somewhere. And the only ones I remembered having sex with…
I sucked in a sharp breath, then clutched Noro. “My mates. This baby.”
He nodded along almost hesitantly, like he was afraid I’d stop recalling. His hands still felt warm on my belly.
“I’m not a powerful mage,” he began, “but I’d like to try and use a bit of water magic on you.”
“On me?” I repeated, barely understanding.
“Yes. I don’t want to scare you, but I want to see if nudging the flow of blood in your body will help unblock your memory.”
“My blood?” I cried, shying away.
“It won’t hurt, Matheson, I promise,” Noro said. “Please. It’s the only way I can help you.”
I bit my lip, not liking the sound of it, especially after someone else had used magic on me without me realizing. But Noro wasn’t Blaze. I trusted him.
After all, I loved him too.
I relaxed and let out a deep breath. “Okay. I trust you.”
Noro nodded and shut his eyes. His fingers tingled on my skin, but I didn’t feel any pain or pressure, just a very mild sensation.
“In the meantime, I need you to think about those wolves. Your mates. Can you do that for me?” Noro asked.
“I’ll try.”
I tried. Hard. I focused on those three wolves I’d seen; the red, the white, and the black. Three wolves so different, and yet all intertwined with me--with my baby.
But a mental wall stood in the way.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, my panic building and threatening to take over. “Why?”
Noro did something unexpected.
He kissed me.
Our lips met, his mouth claiming mine with an explosive passion I’d never seen before. He swallowed up my whimpers, driving his tongue past mine. His lips were soft and his breath was hot. His scent flooded my nose, and his taste was all over my tongue. I stumbled backwards, but Noro grabbed my waist and held me protectively in place, making sure I didn’t fall.
The kiss awoke something in me.
All at once, the memories came flooding back.
Every moment with my mates flashed in my mind’s eye. Every kiss we shared, every emotional occasion, every scorching hot time we had sex…
It all came back.
The force of the memories hit me almost like a physical blow, and I cried out. Noro pulled away, watching me wide-eyed to make sure I was all right. He gripped me harder, which turned out to be needed, since my knees had buckled and my body threatened to collapse.
Noro carefully helped me to the bed. I gasped for air. The rushing back of memories, like the undertow of the tide, had sucked the breath of of my lungs and I was lightheaded.
“Matheson,” he asked. “Are you okay?”
I clutched his arm, desperately needing something solid to hang on to. “Yes.”
“What happened?”
