Ride: Cyn and Fallon: Episodes 5-8 (Puca Mates Collection Book 2) by A.C. James

Author:A.C. James [James, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: alpha shifter romance, bwwm paranormal romance, paranormal romance comedy, highlander shifter romance, irish romance, psychic paranormal romance, ghost paranormal, curvy girl romance, new adult paranormal romance, vampire romance for adults, angel romance paranormal, witch romance, demon romance, international romance, alpha males, bbw, a.c. james, puca mates, cursed ever after, eternal ever after, winter promises, fallen ever after, beyond ever after, ride series
Publisher: Swoon Worthy
Published: 2018-01-31T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Three

Fallon sat up in bed, groaning. The mornings were getting worse. Some days he barely had any strength at all. His stallion was weak without their mate.

“Are you all right, Father?” Darcy asked.

She was sitting in a chair by his bed, reading a book.

“What time is it?” he asked.

“Mid-morning, Sire. You were so peaceful that I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Aye, fetch me some water, lass.”

Darcy closed the book and opened the curtains. Sunlight streamed through the broad windows of his chamber.

“I’ll see about getting you some breakfast too,” she said, and exited the chamber.

Fallon had no idea how the girl could read when it was practically dark. He groaned again. The only thing more exhausting than dragging himself through long days without his mate was trying to convince everyone around him he was fine. Of course, he was pretty sure no one bought it. Niall and Felicity knew, as did Maelíosa. He couldn’t tell Darcy the truth. The sunlight hurt his eyes. Squinting, he hobbled out of bed and closed the curtains, letting the blissful semidarkness envelop his senses.

He’d deteriorated so quickly after Cyn left, it was almost comical. The first few days, he’d been hurt, but his stallion was still strong. Fallon resigned himself to traces of her scent on his sheets, or remembering how she’d fashion outfits out of the nicest linens in the castle. After only a few weeks, however, his joints stiffened, and his stallion was too sore to contemplate a transformation. His chest was heavy and clogged. Fallon wondered if his heart was absorbing all of the hurt and pain from his soul. It was like a virus spreading through his body. He imagined the leathery muscle in his chest, blackened with heartbreak. He was lost without her, and his stallion had given up.

But he took comfort in knowing Cyn was happy. His stallion hated the idea, especially of her finding happiness with someone else, but he’d never want her to give up the life she loved or be tied to him because of a mistake. Tomas had botched it up, and she’d paid the price. Fallon had to let her go. His jaw clenched. Thinking of her laughing with another man—or worse—upset him. His stallion often tortured him with such thoughts. Today he didn’t have the energy to listen to the beast.

Fallon’s stallion walked along, shaking his head. He looked older, too. His mane and tail were threaded with white and silver, his withers bonier than ever. Today, he’d think about the good things. Felicity was due soon, and Fallon was wanted to meet his first grandchild, a girl. Felicity and Niall reminded him of his first mate, and the feelings were both pleasurable and painful. Their love was so powerful it made public settings look quite intimate. And Fallon knew his son would take wonderful care of his mate and their baby. He only wished he’d be around for more of the child’s life.

He stretched up to pull a tunic over his increasingly lanky figure, and winced.

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