With a pained whimper, not knowing what else to do, Carlo did as his mate commanded.
I claim you as mine. Goddess help us if it kills you too. You will always belong to me—your blood, your body, your soul. I am now linked with you to keep you in protection, always.”
Carlo bit into Nanshe’s neck, piercing her skin with his sharp canines and trying to ease the pain as much as possible. If they had done this in a mating ritual, he would have been deep inside of her, the pleasure making the pain so much better. But for now, he could only give her this.
I am sorry, mate.
“Never apologize for anything that must be done. We have been as one over eons, and it won't change now. Trust me.”
It seemed he would have no choice.
Carlo had finally claimed his mate, for better or for worse.
Chapter Seventeen
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“WHAT IS WRONG WITHhim?”
Carlo couldn’t answer Arturo, though he tried. His mouth wouldn’t work right, and it was all he could do to just fucking breathe.
“His body is trying to adjust to the Chaos. It won’t happen immediately.”
Nanshe. Her voice was a balm to the frantic fear pulsing through his wolf. Glittering silver and gold bands wrapped around the four-legged part of his soul.
Wait, how can I see my wolf?
No matter how much he knew what was inside him, Carlo had never actually been able toseehis wolf unless he was shifted and in front of a mirror. Even then, their connection was more like two personalities sharing one body in a symbiotic relationship. Now, the Chaos had changed things.
What the fuck is happening to me? Am I going to be able to talk to you like Giuliana and Pasquale can talk to theirs?
His wolf only huffed in response, and Carlo took that as a no. But he could at least be aware of the wolf in ways he wasn’t before now. Carlo studied the Chaos, the tendrils much like Nanshe’s were when she’d sent it out to help protect Kallan.
Nanshe?
“It’s doing what it is supposed to do. Your wolf will have to become accustomed to it. There will be changes on both sides.”
