Chapter 0087
Then nothing.
Dawn broke with electric energy coursing through my veins. Today was the day I'd see Evelyn again. My pulse quickened at the thought - these stolen morning moments were all we'd have until evening.
Her silhouette appeared in the window before I even reached the Sinclair residence. She'd been waiting. A grin split my face as I tipped my chin upward in greeting. Suddenly every muscle in my body burned to impress her. Let her see the warrior I could be for her.
Training became a performance. Each movement sharper, each strike more precise with my mate's gaze upon me. When the session ended, I lingered while others dispersed.
"Time to go, Alpha," Grant Sinclair murmured.
I pointed upward without breaking eye contact with Evelyn, pressing a fist to my chest. This gesture needed no translation - my heart belonged to her completely.
Retreating toward the treeline, I maintained our connection until distance forced me to turn. The temptation to abandon all responsibilities and remain with her nearly overwhelmed me.
Back at the pack house, breakfast tasted like ashes without her. My mind whirred with schemes to cross her path before dinner.
Between classes, Donovan and I found ourselves surrounded by the usual flock of females. Their chatter faded into white noise as I plotted ways to reach Evelyn. Then it hit me - that intoxicating blend of vanilla, honey, and lavender.
My head snapped up. There she stood, radiant amidst the hallway chaos. Disbelief paralyzed me for a heartbeat before I shoved through the crowd.
My eyes raked over her frame, searching for any lingering signs of injury. The healed skin where puncture wounds once marred her neck sent relief flooding through both Theron and me.
Her musical laughter at my rapid-fire questions melted my tension. The universe had answered my unspoken wish - delivering her directly into my path.
The dinner invitation required exactly one syllable: "Yes." Her teasing about my wariness toward her father drew a chuckle, but we both knew Gregory Sinclair's threats weren't idle.
When she claimed I was fortunate to have her as my Guardian, all humor vanished from my response. The truth of that statement resonated in my bones.
Then she licked her lips.
Every coherent thought evaporated. Suddenly all I could imagine was the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body pressed against mine. Leaning close, I inhaled deeply, issuing a hushed warning about the consequences of that innocent gesture.
The dazed look in her eyes as I pulled away told me my message had been received.
Escorting her to class tested every ounce of my self-control. The urge to claim her lips nearly overrode common sense.
I made certain our paths crossed between every period. By the second encounter, she was scanning the halls for me, her smile blooming when I appeared.
"You know escort service isn't required between classes," she teased as I took her bag.
"What if I enjoy playing the doting mate?" I countered. Carrying her books was just the beginning - I intended to worship every aspect of her existence.
Lunch found me abandoning my usual seat to join her table. Nathaniel and Genevieve exchanged glances but held their tongues. Donovan followed my lead, leaving our usual companions visibly seething.
Their displeasure meant nothing. My world had realigned the moment I found my other half. Conversation flowed effortlessly, each moment in her presence more precious than the last.