Callum had it right with being mated to a pretty little werewolf who wanted nothing more than to snuggle and run an empire of cafes. Even Merrily had it better, and she had been hiding their bond from her incubus demon soulmate for nearly a century.
I'd give just about anything for a soulmate who wanted to fuck the energy out of me in my dreams.Instead, I had Jonah.
He interrupted my thoughts by catching my arm yet again before I could face-plant in the dirt. "You need to take a rest day, Zap."
"Excuse me?"
"You never tripped when we first started running. You're doing too much. I can barely handle this much running, and I'm a professional athlete. Or was, I guess. You need a rest day," he repeated.
"Are you my mate?"
He blinked. "No."
"Then don't try to tell me what I need."
He let out a harsh breath.
We'd gotten along so well when we first started hanging out. We'd laughed and fucked and danced our guts out for a solid week. It had been fantastic.
Now, we were... this.
Which was another reason why I hadn't told him the truth about our bond.
We joggedin silence for a bit.
My murderousness faded as I burned off some of my energy. The emotions that replaced it were darker.
Sadder, too.
"Is there anything else that helps you sleep better?" Jonah asked. He was used to me being moodier before I ran, and chilling out afterward.
"I'd probably sleep better if I was dead."
Jonah rolled his eyes.
Niall would've growled, and fucked me until I took it back.
But I wasn't allowed to think about Niall, so I tried to shove my ex out of my mind yet again. All this shit with Jonah had done the opposite of helping me move on, but I was trying not to admit that to myself.
Jonah's head jerked to the side, and I followed his gaze as some bushes ruffled.
A curly blonde wolf came trotting over to us.
My murder dreams were returning quickly. Faster than the Alpha's wolf was moving.
Jonah's lips curved upward as the wolf came to his side and nuzzled his arm and hand.
The leaves rustled above our heads.
A grapefruit plummeted to its death next to us, of questionable quality because the trees were so fucking old and sad. Nymph magic was probably the only thing keeping them from giving out entirely.
Jonah patted the wolf's head lightly. As I'd expected, Gwen shifted back to her human form without stepping away at all.
I tried not to envy the curves she possessed, so unlike my own, as she stood proudly in front of us with her entire body bare.
Tried not to envy the bouncy, blonde curls that somehow still had life in them after her wolf had run around in the rain.
Or the soft smile she and Jonah shared, speaking of a history between them that I could never compete with. They'd beenengaged. He still fuckinglovedher.
