I laughed. “Really committed to the secret?”
He whined. “It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”
I laughed harder. “I think it sounds stupid when anyone says it, babe.”
His head snapped up. “Babe?” I pulled my hand back and looked away, but I could feel the tips of my ears burning. “Amy?” I could hear the question in his voice and I turned back, crossing my arms to make myself feel more comfortable.
“Yeah?” I braced myself. His soft words were probably meant to comfort me, but in reality, they just made me start to panic.
“Will you stop hiding your scent?” His question was soft, but it jolted me from my spiral.
“What?” I shook to clear my head. “What did you just ask?”
He furrowed his brows. “Can you stop hiding your scent?”
“Why?” I grabbed for my bottle of wine and took a sip. “Will it actually change anything?”
“Yes…no…I don’t freaking no.” He pushed up from his seat and paced again. “I don’t know. That’s the goddess truth. What if we are mates? What if the goddess selected you for me this time around because in your past you died, and I was killed?”
I tilted my head. “You weren’t killed in my past life.”
He looked away. “I was.”
I shook my head. “No, you weren’t. I would have remembered that.”
“You wouldn’t have…because you were already dead when I was killed.” His words hung in the air.
My mouth was half open, and my face was a mask of confusion. “What? How do you know that?”
He blew out a breath. “I’ve told no one about this before.” He hesitated before he looked back at me. “But I have dreams.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Or I thought they were dreams until today.”
“I died with Vince standing over me with a male I didn’t recognize. Not at first.” He shook his head. “But now I don’t think they were dreams at all.”
“What do you mean?” I stood.
“After you ran out of the meeting. I spoke with your dad and I caught sight of a picture on the top shelf in his office.” I thought back to the pictures in my father’s office and I knew there were a few. “It was the one of his parents. It was small, and out of the way, almost as if it wasn’t meant to catch anyone’s eye.”
“Okayyy.”
“The man I saw with Vince was Garith.” He turned to face me. “I had never seen Garith before. My father, when he was alive, was very particular about which alphas I could meet. He wasn’t one of them. So how could I have known his face before if I had never seen him before?” He started to pace again. “It was then I realized my dreams weren’t just dreams.” He walked to me. “And you are the only wolf I know with black fur and golden eyes.” He grabbed my hand.
“Rowan.” I started, but he interrupted me.
“You are part Lycan.” He said it as a fact, so I just nodded. “But you don’t think you can shift into a Lycan form.” I nodded again. “Females can’t until they are fully mated. But that doesn’t change the fact. You are the last Lycan female, and I’m the last male.”
“No…I’m not.”
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