Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Three months, three long months without her, without touching her milky skin, without smelling her intoxicating scent, three months of nothing but anger and darkness.
Three months of sleeping in shitty motels while we travel around searching for her, only to come up empty.
No word from her, not even to tell us she is okay.
Nothing but deafening silence through the bond.
So silent it’s chilling trying to pull anything from it.
Is this some sick punishment from her? Can she not feel us, either?
Feel our desperation and longing for her?
My father has gone in the opposite direction of us, searching for his mate just like us.
The despair I know he feels must be nearly killing him.
We aren’t as hopeless yet, still having Theo by my side is enough to keep my beast and darkest thoughts at bay.
This won’t last forever though, not without her.
The nightmares haunting my sleep make me more on edge, because I have this feeling they aren’t mine.
Yet Theo doesn’t sleep, and we feel nothing through the bond to know if they are Imogen’s or just my tormented mind making me suffer more.
When I sleep, Theo still prowls the night searching for her.
We don’t even know if we are going in the right direction, not that there are many directions left to run in.
Until we have her back, I will never stop searching.
The only thing we have figured out is that she is carrying our child—well mine, but the biology doesn’t matter.
This child belongs to all of us, just like she belongs to both Theo and me.
I understand why she ran. I never would have allowed her to go through with it.
There is only one way this ends for her.
I wouldn’t have cared if she hated me for it, at least she would have hated me and still been alive.
Now nothing but fear plagues me. Were-babies don’t need as long as human babies to be created and born.
So, it’s only a matter of time before this child will rip its way through her, killing her in the process.
I just hope my mother had some back-up plan before she took off with our mate.
My mother has never kept it hidden, how she wishes for a proper family, one with children.
I know how she longs for grandchildren, yet with me and Theo it will never be a possibility.
We thought she accepted that, then this happens and now we have to race against time to find her.
My father is racing to save his mate as well.
He knows if something happens to Imogen I won’t hesitate, even if it kills Theo, I will kill her for letting Imogen die.
Mother knows that, and that’s why she must have gone with her.
I just pray she is not too late in changing her.
I know I’m bringing my mate home, either dead or alive.
I will find her and then I will kill those who helped her with her suicide.
We have just pulled up at yet another crappy motel in the middle of nowhere.
I look at the run down building and its neon sign.
Theo is out of the car already walking to the small office and checking in.
I open my door, letting the cool crisp air run over my heated skin.
Raking my hands through my hair it’s damp with sweat from yet another nightmare while I slept and Theo drove.
Theo comes back out, holding a key on a chain.
I peer up at him as he tosses it to me. We decide this time to bring the car.
It’s becoming too difficult for me to keep running, my beast is becoming stronger while I grow weaker.
I don’t even put up a fight anymore trying to control emotions; I let that primal side take over at the slightest emotion.
I know it will be something I’ll have to reign in when we get her back.
I have spent nearly the entire three months in my wolf form.
Theo said enough when I nearly killed some locals in the town a few days ago.
Like he could talk; I noticed the moment he stepped out of the office with the key in his hand that he had blood on the collar of his shirt. Even though he tried to hide it from me, I know hunger is slowly taking him over.
“I hope you didn’t kill this one,” I mutter before standing and following Theo inside the shitty motel room. I flick on the light and instantly regret it. The outdated furniture and its floral bed sheets are crawling with bugs—more specifically flies.
“Did something fucking die in here?” I ask, the smell making me crinkle my nose in disgust.
This is the only motel or hotel in this town, you’re going to have to manage,” Theo snaps.
“I prefer to sleep in the car or outside,” I whing.
Theo rips the linen off the bed, ignoring my comment.
Dust flies everywhere. I could see the little dust particles floating in the air, making me swat at them, not wanting them to land on me.
God knows how many dead skin cells are now flying through the air.
I stalk outside, not being able to handle the uncleanliness.
Did they never clean around here? Theo emerges a few minutes later and heads toward the office with the filthy linen before walking to the boot and pulling out brand new linen and blankets from the trunk.
“When did you have time to get those?” I ask. I can’t even remember the last time I stepped into an actual store, only ever going into servos. We never have time.
“You forget I don’t need sleep. I have plenty of time,” he says, kissing the edge of my mouth on his way past. I feel my cock twitch painfully in my pants at the innocent gesture, something I haven’t felt since she left, or maybe I am just denying that part of me.
Arousal hits me as I step into the room and watch him make the bed.
The smell was gone, now the old blankets are out, and the only smell is Theo’s scent.
Feeling my eyes on him, he glances up. His red eyes peer back at me.
I miss his green eyes. It has been a while since I ‘ve seen them.
The longer we go without her, the more our darkest parts take over threatening to undo the control we spent years building, both too exhausted to fight our true selves—giving ourselves over completely to the side we try to conceal.
“Sleep, Tobias. I’ll start searching the forest for any cabins and will keep heading north; pull on the link when you’re awake, and I will come back,” he said, chucking the duvet on the bed.
He removes his shirt, changing it for a clean one.
He makes his way toward me to leave and keep searching, doing the buttons up on his way toward me.
When he brushes past me, I don’t even realize what I have done till he stops looking at me.
My hand tightly around his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
“Don’t start something you have no intentions of finishing, Tobias,” he growls.
We have been so consumed with finding her that I often forget he still needs me, and right now, I need him.
Grabbing the front of his shirt, I pull him to me, my lips hungrily devouring him as I pulled him closer.
His lips freeze in place until he feels through the bond, searching before realizing I’m not letting him leave.
My cock painfully presses against my jeans.
His teeth bite down on my lip, making me growl as I shove him toward the bed, using my foot to close the door behind me.
I can tell he is hungry for more than just my blood.
When I move closer, he tugs on my belt, removing my pants as I step out of them, my cock springing free, only for him to grab it, his large hands stroking my shaft.
Leaning down, I kiss him softly before pushing his shirt off, my hands running over his strong shoulders and down across his pecs.
I groan, only just now realizing how much I have missed him, missed his touch.
“Take your pants off.” My voice is rough, my breathing hard as he squirms before doing as he is told.
As soon as his pants are off, I shove him back, making him fall on his back.
I rarely do this, I always like being in control, and I can tell Theo is wondering what I’m doing.
Sure, we fucked, and Theo has no problem with his sexuality.
Weare both bi, but I never did half the things he has done for me.
Old beliefs are sometimes still hard to get past. Moving between his legs, I take his shaft, squeezing it before running my hand up its hardened length.
“Tobias, you don’t have to.” I ignored him.
I want to, I want him. Even if things haven’t been the same since she left, it doesn’t make my love for him any less.
Swirling my tongue around his knob, I hear him moan underneath me, his hand going to my hair, only making me want him even more as I take him completely in my mouth, his cock bottoming out in the back of my throat.
I move my head, finding my rhythm. I have always wanted to do this, yet could never actually bring myself to take him in my mouth.
I know it sounds stupid yet doing it now, tasting his cold salty skin on my tongue, I just want more.
He tastes different to Imogen. Imogen tastes sweet; Theo, however, is salty in a good way.
Sweet and savory. Both are more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol I have ever consumed.