“All we did was kiss,” Jordan answered, and it felt as if he was going to die, just trying to speak took a lot out of him. There was a fierce pain in his head, and he was starting to see spots in front of him.
“Shit. It’s the bond, it’s trying to find your mate. I can’t believe the Alpha would be this stupid.”
Jordan leaned back and was about to rest his head on Blayze’s shoulder but changed his mind, remembering what happened a few seconds prior when he was touched by the other man.
“How long will this last?”
“Until you guys complete the bond. You guys started the mating bond, and you are feeling the effects of an uncompleted bond.”
“Will Duncan be in this much pain?” he whispered.
“Yes, I think he was feeling it the minute he figured out you were his mate.”
“What will happen if we don’t solidify the bond right away?” He was finding it hard to talk or concentrate, but he needed to know. He needed to get back to Duncan. He didn’t want to cause the man anymore pain.
Blayze sighed. “I suspect it will get worse,” he answered. “The good thing is that you guys will be in contact with each other that way it will satisfy the bond for a bit.”
Jordan didn’t want to tell Blayze that he didn’t plan on going back to the manor that night. He needed more time to think about what he was getting himself into. He nodded his head. “Thanks, Blayze.” He stood up which was a mistake, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he stumbled. The last thing he remembered was Blayze screaming in his face.
Duncan was in his office, having his third drink. He grimaced when he felt the sharp pain in the pit of his stomach. The pain was getting worse. It started right after Jordan walked out the door and went gods knew where. He’d been trying to ignore the pains which was why he was drinking so much to try and numb the pain, even if it was for a short period. Because of his beast, his metabolism burned off the alcohol rapidly. His beast had been agitated since their mate left, growling and gnawing at his insides, adding to his pain.
Duncan didn’t know what to do. He understood Jordan’s apprehension and the need for space. He did spring the entire “you’re my mate” thing on him. It was foolish of him to think things would be easy to explain. He took another sip of his drink just as his phone rang. His brows creased together, seeing Blayze’s name on the caller ID.Duncan groaned, he was not in the mood to hear more bad news about another person from his pack dying from silver poisoning.
“Whatever you need, call Ryland, let him handle—”
“It’s about Jordan,” Blayze said, cutting him off.
Duncan sat up immediately. “What happened? Where is he?”
“He’s at the bunker, and it’s not looking good. I think you need to get here and soon.”
“I’m on my way,” he said, heading out the door before Blayze could finish his statement.
It took Duncan less than fifteen minutes to get to the bunker. When he burst through the door, his eyes were only for Jordan. He hurried over to the hospital bed that his mate was lying on and worry nagged at him. He didn’t like the way that Jordan looked. His skin was pale; paler than he ever remembered it being. Duncan picked up Jordan’s hand, kissing the back of it. He knew it was the bond. The pains he’d been feeling went away just being near his mate. It should be doing the same for Jordan.
“I was hoping with you being here he would’ve woken up, but it doesn’t seem like it’s helping.” He looked up to see Blayze standing on the other side of the bed. The phone sitting on the bedside table started ringing. Duncan looked over and saw “Mom”on the screen. “She’s been calling him since I brought him here. I refuse to answer because I don’t know what to say to her.”
Reaching over, Duncan picked it up. “Hello?” he answered clearing his throat.
“Who is this?”
“I’m Duncan Pryde, Mrs. Sutton, Jordan’s boss.”
“Where is he? Where is my son, Mr. Pryde? Call it mother’s intuition, but I can feel it, something is wrong.”
“H…he’s...”
“Are you his mate?” she asked not giving Duncan a chance to find a better explanation.
That question threw Duncan for a loop. “Uh…what do you mean? What are you talking about?” He looked up at Blayze and saw the confusion on his face, with his perfect hearing he could hear the conversation perfectly.
“Don’t play games with me, Mr. Pryde. My son might not know what you are, but I know exactly who and what you are. Now, answer my question. Are you his mate?”
“Yes.”
She sighed. “I thought I had more time to tell him,” she whispered. There was a short pause before she spoke again. “I need you to listen carefully to what I am about to tell you.” Duncan nodded forgetting that she could not see him. “On Jordan’s right hip.” Duncan got up and walked around the other side of the bed as she talked. He rolled up Jordan’s shirt. “What do you see?”
“A tattoo, but what does that have to do with anything?”
