Page 89 of Charmed, I'm Sure

I laugh as she rolls over and buries her face into the pillows. Mumbling into the cushion she asks, “Do I have to?”

My hand rubs down her side. “Yeah, I think you do.”

A “Fine” comes from deep within the pillow before she sits up.

Bellamy sits up, tucking her knees with her chin, her hair a wild halo around her. You can already see the anxiety washing over her as she considers her next words. She doesn’t meet my eyes at first instead, staring at the faint glow above my heart.

“I’m not worried about myself, Miles. But this is also new to me. I’ve never had my life be this public. Sure, people have talked about me, but it’s never been accurate. Now, with us, it feels like everything is changing faster than I can keep up. Then you add in a glowing magical bond mark that is synced to my heartbeat?”

I twist from side to side, looking down at the mark as it strobes faster. It really does match her and I like to think the moon represents me and the stars, her.

“If it helps, I love the magical glowing mark.”

Her head falls back as she groans loudly. “Of course you do. Why am I not surprised? You do realize the crows are telling everyone about the puppy collar and Matilda is probably half way through anyone that hasn’t heard the crows. Next thing we know is everyone’s going to act as if we have a registry at the WitchMart for our wedding gifts!”

I can feel my eyes bulge. “What do you mean wedding gifts? What’s a WitchMart? Do you want a wedding? Wolves don’t normally do them but Silas, my old alpha, did one for his mate. So I don’t see…”

Bellamy puts a finger over my mouth, stopping my tangent. “Shh, Dog Boy. We don’t have to get married right away, but to answer your question, yes I do want a wedding.Obviously. You don’t get to mark me, claim me, and pretend that’s enough.”

“Alr—alright. Guess we will talk about that more later?”

“Yeah, later. Maybe after we figure out what’s going on with your mark.”

Bellamy leans back, crossing her arms over her chest, a scowl permanently in place. I can’t help but smile, it’s so adorable.

I clear my throat. “So step one is to chat with Mabel?”

She leans back, her gaze tracing the cracks in the ceiling. “Yeah, she’s the coven leader and lore keeper. If anyone would know why—“ she points a finger in the direction of the mark, “that ‘puppy collar’ as you like to call it, exists, it would be her.”

“Great,” I say as I shove off the couch. “We’ll go see her after a nice breakfast and definitely coffee.”

She narrows her eyes. “You actually plan to walk through town with the flashing neon sign on your chest? Aren’t you worried what people will say?”

I shake my head. “Bellamy, wolves love to show off our marks. Especially from our mates. So no, I’m not worried and neither should you be.”

She groans, dragging her hands down her face. “I’m never going to live this down.”

As if on cue, a crow swoops by my open window bellowing, “The puppy has a collar!” Right as Bellamy throws a pillow at it, missing largely by a mile.

I cover my mouth with my fist, hoping to stifle any laughter. But man, if looks could kill, that crow would be a fried bird by now.

Chapter Thirty

The Puppy Collar: Tragedy Striking Again…or Not?

Bellamy

The second we push open the door to Mabel’s office, I already know it’s a mistake. Not because she won’t have the information we seek. Nope, not that at all.

There she is—our coven leader, the lore keeper, and least likely gossip—sitting behind her desk drinking a camomile and clove tea while holding a fresh-off-the-press Pumpkinridge Gazette.

But that isn’t the problem, no that’s rather normal. It’s the front page that’s the problem. There in big, bold, swirling font is:

The Puppy Collar: Tragedy Striking Again…Or Maybe Not?

Read all about how our very own dark twin might have marked her fated mate for death in the article below.

There’s even a sketch of Miles shirtless with the glowing mark beaming like a spotlight and a weird sketch of me…evil laughing?