Heir (Omaera Playfair Chronicles Book 1) by Natalie Sloan

Author:Natalie Sloan [Sloan, Natalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whitley Cox
Published: 2024-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Zandren

I probably shouldn’t have done it.

In fact, I know I shouldn’t have.

But as time ticked by, my affection for the little demon was getting stronger and stronger.

So when she went to bed and locked her door, I waited until I knew she was asleep—until the whole apartment was asleep—then I picked her lock with my claw and just sat on the edge of her bed for a while watching her sleep. She was so peaceful. So beautiful. I also wanted to make sure she was safe. Make sure no nightmares plagued her.

She just had lost her aunt, the only mother-figure she’d ever known, and besides her roommate, the only person in the world who gave a damn about her—until me, that is—and I knew a thing or two about losing a mother. About the devastating toll it took on your heart. How a loss like that rendered you empty and lost, unsure how to put one foot in front of the other and go on when the person who loved you with every ounce of their soul was gone. Because even though their spirit may still be loving and watching over you, when they’re gone, you feel that loss of love like your heart has been ripped clean from your chest. It’s an ache I’ll never forget, and one I wouldn’t even wish on my worst enemy.

It was pure torture watching her leave with Maxar and Drak earlier that day, but I knew that she wanted someone to stay behind with Mr. Fiddleman. So I put my own needs aside and thought about what my mate needed.

She was always on my mind. Always first on my mind. Ever since the lightning strike, I thought of nothing more than her—and food.

And she was worth the wait and effort.

Her fire and spirit. Her sass, and the fact that she swore like a sailor, just made me love her more.

I wanted nothing more than for her to accept me as her mate, but I wanted it to be on her own terms. I wanted her to want me. To want a mate. To want the Bond. So if I had to wait a week, a month, a year, or ten years, I would. I’d waited centuries for her already. What was a little longer until she was ready?

It’d been a while since I shifted and my bear ached to scratch up against a tree and really stretch. I closed Omaera’s bedroom door silently and crept out of the apartment, out of the building, and then practically sprinted to the nearest wooded area.

Rather than shift while dressed and tear the clothes I’d just acquired, I was mindful enough to undress properly, fold my clothes, and stash them in a bush before I dropped to all fours and shifted.

The stretch of my bones, muscles, and ligaments was always so pleasurable. It was like that first morning stretch, elongating stiff muscles and working them for the first time in a new day.

Once I was back

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