Page 59 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

Caly’s voice broke into our consciousness. Our girl was scared and wanted to go up to her apartment. An apartment with a king-sized bed. Beast tried to take a step forward, ready to lift Caly over his shoulder, but I planted our feet.

We aren’t going anywhere. Not until you say yes. You need me and I need you.

IT’S A DEAL.

And, just like that, it happened. The two separate halves of my soul blended together so smoothly it was like we’d never been separate. I was whole, complete, as I finally acknowledged the truth of who I was… what I was. I was Luc and I was a monster. All the better to protect my mate.

I stood straight, stretching my neck side to side to work out the kinks. I pulled the piece of metal out of my side. My body was battered, my leg a shattered mess, but the bone was already knitting and changing back would finish the healing process. As soon as we got my mate to safety.

“Time to go, mate.”

I stepped forward, scooping Caly up with ease, cradling her against my chest as I ran for the elevators.

My senses were sharper than they’d ever been.

I could see into the shadows at the edges of the garage.

There were no visible threats. I could hear the whine of the elevator mechanism, the hum of distant traffic and my mate’s heartbeat.

It had spiked when I picked her up, but then it had settled when I pressed her against my chest.