It takes another hour before we can get everyone to leave, except for Estelle. She and Zara go back into Zara’s office and make a long list of tests Zara would like done on the blood and sweat samples. I keep myself busy in the kitchen, pretending to wipe the counters down and shuffling things around in the pantry. “What are you doing?” Rocky huffs at me. “You’re making me nervous?” “What if things are different once we’re alone with Zara, Rocky?” I confess my worries to him. “What if she doesn’t trust me anymore? I wouldn’t blame her, but the thought of it hurts.” “Since when are you this guy?” He asks me in a tone that makes me think any way I answer is going to be wrong. “What do you mean by ‘this guy’?” I stop what I’m doing and lean back on the counter. “The guy who has zero confidence with a woman?” I can feel him pacing as he becomes more irritated with me. “Okay, but this woman is our MATE, or have you forgotten?” I say, as if I need to remind him who Zara is. “All the
I dream about Rocky and Lavender. They are happy about being reunited and getting to romp around in the deep snow. They play chase and scare fishers and from their burrows, but the rodents disappear from the dream before the wolves can catch them. Lavender’s beautiful tawny fur glimmers in the bright sun beaming against the cloudless blue winter sky. I can feel Rocky’s admiration and love for her. When she lays down next to him and stretches out against his belly, a feeling of contentment doesn’t just fill him, I feel complete as well. “WAKE UP!” Rocky roars in my mind. The sudden jolt of being pulled awake disorients me. “NOW! GET UP!” “Where am I?” I rub my eyes and look around. I’m still in the guest room. The clock says it is seven fifty-seven a.m. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest. All the contentment I was just feeling fades away as Rocky’s anger rises. “What’s wrong, Rocky?” “There’s someone at the door.” He snarls. “Go send them away. We need to protect our mate.”
“Well, think about it rationally. Have you ever heard of someone being salty and still able to be in love?” Heph wipes a few symbols from the board and writes something else. “No. It doesn’t happen. Love isn’t just a chemical, dear girl. It causes a physical reaction that is the opposite of salt. Salt may be a neutral compound, but it has a bitter taste. It destroys love. Chemistry isn’t my strong suit, but even I know that. You need something to strengthen your compound… like… I don’t know… gallium, I guess? Small particles of it. Ever heard the expression, ‘make him melt in your hands’?” He points to the new symbol with the butt of the marker. Zara nods her head at him, too afraid to speak, but curious about what the man is getting at. “Well, that’s love, beta-carotene, and hemoglobin.” He writes another chemical structure with some letters on the board. “I assume you are trying to get this inside someone’s body, right? If there’s one thing I am an expert on, it’s metals. There’s
Zara’s POV Once the temperature in the penthouse is under control, Keller gets the step stool for me, so it’s easier to reach the tall parts of the whiteboard. He even helps me take pictures of the new information Heph gave me with the tablet. He emails everything to me, so I have access to it on the computer. When I finish transcribing the photos to my spreadsheets and documents, I will have to ask Estelle if she has any results from the tests I asked her to run. We are so close. This could really be the missing puzzle piece. Where did my pen go? It’s okay, I have another. How great would it be to let Lavender out and get to test a physical solution basically at the same time? I can’t wait to talk to her. She’s probably going to be really mad at me, but she’ll get past it. I have so much to tell her. I hope she can see past her temporary imprisonment to be happy for me and proud of what I’ve accomplished. She’s going to be excited that she gets to be part of the experiments. I be
I’m vaguely aware of Keller coming in and putting a sandwich in my hands. I may have even eaten a few bites, but I can’t remember for sure. The words move from the computer screen into my brain and nestle in, making themselves comfortable until it feels like my head is full of alphabet soup. My eyes are dry and itchy from staring at the computer for so long. I save my documents and lean back in the chair to rub my eyes. The clock behind the whiteboards says it’s four-thirty. I take time to stop and look out the window for a moment. The snow in the dying light of the day makes me smile. Serene and quiet. It's a beautiful sight. How is this my life? I thought it would take years to prove myself in scientific circles to work independently on a project. Let alone one that helps me. What would Mom and Dad think if they could see me now? I think back to my last conversation with Mom. She said she and Dad had orders from Alpha Williams. Were they just following orders my whole life, or did
Sometimes, I lose track of time, but Keller keeps me grounded. I swear he can sense when I’m getting frustrated. He comes into the office and pulls me away from work, so I don’t get burnt out. I’m so grateful to have him. He wipes my tears and pulls all the pens out of my bun. I don’t even remember putting them there. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. He never complains, and he never gets mad at me anymore. Sometimes I swear I can hear voices coming from the nursery. Keller can’t hear them. He checks every time I tell him someone is in there, but the room is always empty. He even had Phil come over to make sure there were no hidden cameras or speakers or anything in there that could make the noises. They found nothing. I don’t think they believe me. Sometimes, I lose track of what I’m doing. It doesn’t bother me that much, but I think it scares everyone else. One night, Amy and Phil came to hang out with me while Keller was working. I showed Phil how far I ha
I hand him the tablet and pull him up. “I don’t get my first paycheck from Dad until next week, and I knew you would get upset if I used my savings to buy you something.” “You’re right. I would get upset. Did you make me something?” His sweet smile makes me blush. “I was thinking we could make something together.” I turn toward him and hook my fingers on the edge of his pockets. “A little… artistic project?” “Artistic project?” A mix of confusion and mischief crosses his face. “What kind of art were you thinking? I’m not very creative, Zara.” “I’ve seen your directing capabilities.” I motion my head to the tablet. “It’s not too bad.” “You… watched those videos?” He suddenly looks pale. “Keller, please don’t be mad. I was curious to see what you were so worried about.” I smirk and slide my hands under his shirt, letting the sparks of our mate bond flow. “Besides, you just deleted everything. Seems like a perfect time to start a new collection. No?” He stops walking. There is no
I wake up to Keller’s rosemary and basil scent, close to my nose. He has one arm under my head as a pillow, bent at the elbow so his hand is covering my breast. His other arm is around my waist, with his hand tucked between my hip and the mattress. Another deep breath lets me know we’re the only ones in the room. I open my eyes and look around to confirm, but Jasper is gone. Thank the Goddess. It would be really awkward if he was still here. I lay my head back onto my mate’s arm and stretch with an enormous yawn. My movements rouse Keller from his sleep, making him tighten his arms around me. As he pulls me against his body, I can feel him already hard against my ass. I arch my back to tease him. “Good morning, Zara Zhade. Happy Solstice.” His voice is scratchy from sleep. He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles his nose into my hair. “How did you sleep?” “Mmm, happy Solstice, Keller. I slept really well.” I raise my hand up and play with his hair. “Mmm… if you keep pushing your ass on