Touch: Book 1 of the Savage Bond Series

72 hours. Three whole fucking days and not once has that asshole shown himself.

Meanwhile, I've gone through shock, denial, utter confusion, and worry. By day two I was annoyed today, I had thrown all concern to the wind, I was fucking livid.

By now I'm sure Balfore thinks that I'm bipolar, but I don't care. The more important question is who the hell does Malachai think he is?

"Amina?"

"What?"

"I said your name at least five times now," he said, observing me from across the desk, eyebrows crossed.

"This is about the hundredth time you've phased out on me in the last three days, you sure you're alright?"

Am I alright? How about you try finding out that the really hot guy that you randomly met and let fuck you seven ways to Sunday is some human-vamp-wolf tribrid.

You try finding out that there's this whole world that up until three days ago you had no idea existed, only for the same guy to leave you high and dry at the mention of your dead fiancé.

Yeah, I caught that, and while Balfore was willing to fill me in on all the details of the paranormal world, for some reason he didn't want to discuss that particular topic, oh, and what the hell was the brotherhood?

Abandoned for three whole days! Not one phone call, not one check-in, but apparently it's okay because I have the wolves to keep me safe from the psychotic 2,000-year-old vampire who wants to do God knows what to me.

Oh, and that's not even the icing on the cake, here's the real kicker, I'm that tribrid asshole's soulmate once removed apparently.

So yeah, you try finally putting yourself out there after two years of reliving one of the most traumatic moments of your life. Losing someone who until 2 days ago you thought was the love of your life, only to discover that he wasn't and that you have a soulmate.

Then when that truth is revealed to you, you revel in the pure elation it brings until your happy moment is shitted on when you realize that your mate is the asshole who left you, his soulmate stranded.

I nearly had a breakdown in that clearing when he left, how could it be so easy for him, when it was painful for me to watch him leave?

Oh yeah, that's right, I'm not his first choice. Guess that's why it was so easy to leave.

"You've done it again," he said standing over me. I hadn't even noticed when he left his seat to make it to the other side of this massive desk where I was seated.

It was truly befitting of Malachai, absolutely ostentatious, yet truly beautiful. It was a statement piece, serving to inform all who entered who was in charge the moment you set foot into his domain.

The size and detailed craftsmanship were enough to indicate this was yet another custom made piece of furniture. I would wager that it was built in this very room.

I could imagine him sitting behind this desk, broad-shouldered, stone-faced, dark foreboding eyes, daring you to fuck with him.

"Wolf speed?"

He shook his head, "Human."

Shit. I really did do it again.

"Maybe we could get a psych evaluation?"

"I'm not losing my mind, Balfore."

"Didn't say you were, but it could be shock. Maybe we should see a professional, Malachai will have my head if anything happens-"

"Fuck him."

"Amina."

"No, seriously, Balfore," I said as I rose from my chair, "Fuck. Your. Alpha. I don't give a damn how he feels as I'm quite sure he doesn't give a flying fuck about me," I said as I faced him.