His Inescapable Mate novel Chapter 45

"What did Jack do?" I wondered.

Blair smiled to herself. "He asked who the hell the drunken idiot at my home was. I told him Hunter was my husband, and not to talk about him like that. I was very committed to my marriage because I believed it would save me from getting eaten by a monster. Well, Hunter then made things worse by cussing at me to make him dinner, and then Jack grabbed my arm, yanking me towards him. He had wrapped his arms around me, and started yelling at Hunter that I was his now and to back off.

"Hunter called him a dog and told him to fuck off because I was his property." Blair let out a low chuckle. "He actually called me his property. Well, Jack's possessive instincts must have kicked in and then I felt him get bigger. Like his arms on my felt heavier, and a lot fuzzier. He then started snarling and Hunter started screaming.

"I never saw Hunter again. Jack told me he was werewolf and that I was his mate. He told me he'd protect me from the world and support me. And he has. He's paying for my college education and to this day, I haven't even gotten so much as a single scratch with him around."

That last part was lame."Okay, but his canines are frickin' huge! How the hell couldn't you tell he was a werewolf?" I asked, throwing my hands up into the air. Seriously, that was one of the first features I noticed on Vincent.

Blair smiled. "I probably should have told you that too." She took off her sunglasses and looked at me. Her eyes looked all gray and clouded over. "I was born this way. Can't see a thing."

Holy crap she's blind! "I'm so sorry about that last remark!" I hurried.

Blair laughed. "It's okay," she said.

After that we sat around and talked about real human stuff like friends and school. The whole time I couldn't help but think about her story. Like me, Blair had been warned against the dangers of werewolves. Then she met Jack, one of the biggest werewolves I've laid eyes on. And that werewolf, from the get go, takes care of her, despite the fact that she's blind or that she's married. He fights off her own husband just to get her.

That's love.

Then that got me thinking: is that how powerful the pull werewolves have when it comes to their love for their mate? Does Vincent love me that much?

I thought about that for a while until I heard another knock at the door.

Both Blair and I glanced at one another...well, I guess I glanced at her and she didn't know she was looking at me. She's blind, okay?

"Follow us to Vincent," she said, most likely just repeating what Jack had whispered to her.

I nodded, receiving a glare from Jack.

Oh yeah.

"Sure," I said, making sure my voice was clear and loud.

Jack rolled his eyes, but then turned around and began to walk off, Blair secured in his hold. Maybe that's why she doesn't have a cane. He just carries her around everywhere, that way she really has no use for her eyes.

I followed, closing the door behind me. It was a pretty calm night. It was cold, but yet it wasn't so cold out that I needed a jacket. I've heard of lukewarm water, but now I'm wondering if I can attach the adjective to air as well. The stars were lighting up the night sky. Because there were no modern buildings or skyscrapers in the omega community, there was no light pollution, so the night sky shone with radiance, allowing me to see every celestial body. The moon was still big, so it provided a pale light for me to see, actually doing a pretty good job.