Page 101 of Claim Me

But maybe Ishouldsay something.

Maybe I should fuckingyell.

Another moan reaches my ears, making me growl.

Patience and strategic thinking have always been two of my strengths. However, I can’t seem to call upon either ability now.

My heart and soul are too wrapped up in the knowledge that I’ve been tricked into a bond bydark magic.

And she knows about it. She fucking knows.

That’s the part I can’t forgive. She roped us all into this fucking mess and didn’t deem us worthy of knowing the truth.

Hell, she’s evenfuckingtwo of her fake mates now.

“The spell can be broken,” Nolan confirmed thirty minutes ago. “Ayla has provided instructions on how to do it. I’ll text it to you. Fallon will need to be the one to carry it out.”

“And what if she refuses?” I asked. “Can another witch break the spell?”

“Yes,” Ayla said. “But I know Fallon. She’ll want to break it herself.”

I snort again now, just like I did then, disbelieving the notion that Fallon will follow through. This is the woman who kept all these details from us to begin with and has knowingly played along with Nox and Bane’s claim.

“Sex won’t make it permanent like a fated-mate bond would,” Ayla also told me. “And, unlike a fated-mate bond, you can’t reject the connection. The only way out is to break the spell. Or when a mate dies.”

“Or it’ll rebound, apparently,” I muttered.

“That’s not normal, but Fallon’s a strong witch,” Ayla replied. “The O’Neelys would have needed to layer the spells on her to make her compliant.”

Compliant, I repeat to myself.Right.

There is nothingcompliantabout Fallon Doyle. She’s a fiery little rebel whose moans make my balls fucking ache.

“Damn it,” I snap, heading toward the door. “I need this to stop.Right fucking now.”

No more playing.

No more thinking.

No time for strategy.

The phantoms are starting to make her scream, and she doesn’t deserve it. She doesn’t deserveanyof us. Not after what she’s kept from us.

A fake fated-mate spell.

I growl low in my chest, livid with the dark magic for existing. Angry with Fallon for keeping the truth from us.

And furious that it isn’t real.

I’ve lived so long without a connection to anyone. Which is fine. I haven’t been eager to find a mate. But to finally experience this link only to have it be due to a spell…

Fuck.

I palm my chest, my breathing coming in pants.

Fuck. This.

Fallon Doyle is going to break me free of this insanity.