Chapter 310 Lisa: Humans Have Pheromones?

LISA

Kellan's stare leaves me unsettled. It's been intense ever since our reunion.

I'm grateful for the space he's given me—this whole fated mate business is like being slammed into by a rogue freight train—but there's a whole lot of little things that keep throwing his feelings into the foreground, making it impossible to ignore.

Like how he touches me a little too often.

How he watches my every move.

He hasn't kissed me again, but it doesn't make the current situation any less awkward.

"Can't sleep?" he asks, as if us sharing a bed and him lying on his side to stare at me for the past hour is somehow conducive to falling asleep.

"Nope." The word pops out with a little more sass than I intend, but damn it, does he have to stare at me like that?

"Oh."

And awkward silence again.

"So, why couldn't I just bunk with Dr. Blackwell?" My question breaks the uneasy tension between us.

"They don't have an extra bed," he explains easily.

"And no empty beds anywhere else? At all? Just—none?"

"None."

"No sleeping bags?"

"No."

"Extra blanket?"

"Not even one of those."

He's lying through his damn perfect teeth.

"You have a couch," I point out. I saw it. I know it's there.

"People come in and out at all times of day. It isn't the safest place to sleep. Better to be in bed."

"Right." Fiddling with the comforter—soft and warm and smelling like Downy—I dare to glance in his direction again, only to be caught by his unblinking gray eyes.

sleep on the couch," I

"I don't want to."

he doesn't. These wolves just do what they want and damn the

throw a fit and demand he sleep on the couch—I just make an inane sort of sound and watch the ceiling

Ava and

"I'm sure they are."

of his voice has all my lady bits

you're his mate and he's being all caveman about it. Don't give

clear my throat, desperate to change the subject from the tension simmering between us. "It's only right to give the newly

"Absolutely. Ava and Lucas need to be around each

momentarily overriding

lecturer's tone. "Especially in the beginning stages. It's like... imagine a sapling that's just been planted. It needs constant care, water, and sunlight to

little hum. "So, they literally need to be in each other's presence? Like,

first," Kellan confirms. "Their bond will demand that time together. She'll feel wrong and anxious without his sense, and his aggression will increase

romantic when you suddenly get slapped with the label yourself one

lapse into silence, but it feels different now. Less awkward, more... contemplative. I find myself studying Kellan's face

I ask you something?" I

"Anything," he replies immediately.

now? I mean, with us? With this

to take in, and I don't expect you to just fall into

I decide I don't want this? The mate thing,

He's quiet again.

to force me, are you? Drag me into your

strangled when he responds,

into the mattress. The tension that had been coiling in my

think of me?" Kellan's voice is

realize how my words must have sounded. "No! I mean, I don't—" I stumble over my words, trying to backpedal. How do I explain that it's not him

sighs, his broad shoulders slumping slightly. "Look, Lisa, I know you're an independent soul.

mean you are going to do it and you're just lying to me

"No, Lisa. I would never do that to you. Never." His gray eyes lock onto mine, intense and sincere in the dim lighting. "I want you to come to me of your

spine. I believe him, I realize. Despite everything—the chaos of the past few

breathe out, not

the blanket to slip further down his chest. He doesn't have a shirt on, which is far too enticing for a woman like me. Especially when

earlier—we can

ask you

"Of course."

want to know. "What exactly does being mates

more than just physical attraction, though that's certainly part of it. It's a deep, instinctual connection. Like finding a missing piece

It sounds romantic, sure, but also terrifying.

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