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I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t care, because Jay and Milo were safe. I threw my arms around all three of my guys.

Korrad shifted his hold so he could wrap one arm around me, pulling me into his embrace. “He’s going to be fine,” he murmured, his voice rough. “You got him out. You saved him.”

“I’m okay, Mom,” Jay said weakly, and Milo whimpered softly.

I forced a smile and leaned down to brush his hair away from that nasty-looking cut on his forehead. “I know you are, baby. You have a hard head.”

Korrad’s chuckle sounded surprised, as if he hadn’t expected a joke at a time like that, and he shifted so he could turn to look at me.

But the moment his green gaze met mine, something jolted through me—through us both, judging from the way he suddenly jerked as if punched. I couldn’t explain it; my lips parted, but no sound emerged, just a sort of questioning gasp.

I felt as if I could see Korrad’s thoughts, the same way I could feel his emotions earlier.

His eyes widened, the air was electrified between us, he was reaching toward me…

And neither of us was breathing.

Two Mates…

Chapter Fifteen

Korrad

I…

I…

What?

What was happening?

The moment I met Kesha’s eyes, sitting there in the grass that Sunday evening, something violent and perfect and magical slammed into me, and I knew—I knew, the way the mountains know the wind or the sand knows the waves, that she was mine and I was hers.

“Mate,” I whispered.

Holy fuck.

Kesha was my Mate, wasn’t she? How was such a thing possible?

I remembered the certainty I’d felt with Sharra, and this was like that, only…so much stronger. I’d been so young then, I barely knew anything. But now, I’d grown, and Kesha had helped me grow, and she was my Mate.

In my chest, my Kteer purred in satisfaction, and I realized this is what the damned thing had been trying to tell me these last few days.

It was my son who rubbed it in, though.

“See, Dad?” I forced myself to drag my gaze down to Jay, who was smiling almost smugly. “You finally figured it out.”

“What?” I managed, head still reeling.

It was Milo who—clinging to me like a spider monkey—pulled his head away from my neck just far enough to nod solemnly. “Mom is your Mate, and you’re her Mate. Giza said it’s possible.”

“What?”

Kesha reached for Jay’s hand. “Dad and I are going to need an explanation for this, guys. But let’s focus on getting to the hospital, okay?”

“Head wounds bleed a lot,” Milo said seriously, as Jay tried to sit up.

“I don’t need the hospital, I’m fine.”