Betrayal Bites (Tales of Sydney Sedrick Book 2) Read Online Free

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    When he said he could smell the scent of my arousal, he wasn’t lying. Blake made my core moist just by looking at him, at his long, hard, muscular frame and imagining us being together. But it wasn’t meant to be.
    How was I supposed to trust someone who talked about life-mates when we hardly knew each other? Sadness hit me hard when I thought of the possibilities of our future together, or lack of. I wasn’t too sure how far he would go to ensure our mating takes place. If we did become lovers, he would have a lot to gain. He was the heir to the werewolf pack. He would be greatly revered if he were the one to fulfill the prophecy and produce the werewolf child with the Selected who could control their werewolf change on a whim. Blake would be the one to free them from being slaves to the cycle of the moon. How long would Blake hang around after that happened?
    Fate placed us in positions that made it too dangerous to even see if we were destined to be ‘mates’, as Blake said.
    His warm hand gently but firmly squeezed my shoulder. “Sydney, we’ve talked about this before.”
    Slowly I turned into his warm embrace, careful not to touch his injured chest, and leaned my forehead against his faintly stubble-covered jaw. “You don’t have to worry about my pack. They are already willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, and that includes fighting the vampires. Besides, I thought it was Kieran’s job to make sure nothing happens to you. If that’s true, then he wouldn’t let the vampires come after the wolves.”
    “Yes, but I’m not so sure what all the other vampires would do if they thought they were being betrayed by the Selected. It’s an unnecessary risk neither one of us should be willing to take. People would die. Our family members would be in jeopardy. That’s not acceptable to me. It shouldn’t be to you, either.”
    Dealing with Blake was exhausting at times. I suspected in part that it had to do with the internal fighting of my lust versus my common sense. I wanted him. My body ached for his caress, but my mind screamed that by being with Blake, only bloodshed would come. I would fail as the Selected, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.
    Blake leaned into me and gently pressed his warm lips on my forehead, releasing a tension I hadn’t known was there.
    “Even though you are the Selected, that doesn’t mean you have to carry the weight of the world solely upon your shoulders. You are not responsible for what the vampires or werewolves do. Both species are violent by nature. War is coming, Sydney, it always does. There’s not much you can do to prevent that.”
    I took a step back to gaze up into his eyes. Memorizing the angles, crevices, and single dimple on his right cheek was one of my favorite things to do. I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. The balance between the vampires and werewolves does rest on my shoulders. If either of your prophecies is true,”—I put my hand up to stop him from insisting the werewolf prophecy was indeed not just a myth—“and I’m the Selected they speak of, my actions directly affect everyone. If by my decisions I can save one life, then that’s what has to be done. Being the Selected isn’t about being selfish. It’s about being self less , no matter what the sacrifices are.”
    The rigidness of Blake’s back spoke his true feelings. Unlike vampires, who had to make a conscious effort to show humans what they were feeling, werewolves had trouble keeping their emotions under control and not express them through their body language. Their animal instincts and aggressive nature made them easy to read. The stronger the emotion, the clearer it was what they felt. Blake was no exception.
    There was nothing to be said that could make Blake change his mind, or stop his advances. Every day he made it harder to resist his offer of more in our relationship than I’ve ever had before, with anyone else. The temptation was great,