Mating Brand (Mating Heat Book 3) Read online

  Her gaze lifted to stare into her blue-and-yellow eyes. The yellow flecks in her irises seemed more pronounced from crying. She reached for the contacts that hid that uniqueness from humans and made her appear totally normal.

  There was only one thing to do. She had to leave Brand to spare him more pain. She loved him too much to be selfish. More tears spilled until they blinded her but she moved on wooden legs to pack her things. She needed to be gone before he returned.

  She threw back her head in anguish and stifled a scream.

  * * * * *

  Brand howled with grief after a quick search of their home.

  Charma’s clothes no longer hung in the closet with his and her car wasn’t parked next to his truck when he rushed outside. He panted, sniffing. No gas exhaust hung in the air. She’d been gone for at least half an hour or he’d have smelled the engine still.

  He spun and went back inside the house. NO! He couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing her again. The first shirt he grabbed ripped in his hands, making him aware that his claws were out.

  “Fuck!” He had to pull himself together enough to get dressed without damaging everything he owned. He didn’t bother to put on shoes, just jeans and a T-shirt. He snagged his keys and rushed out the door.

  Please break down, he prayed as he threw his truck in reverse and nearly slammed the tailgate into a tree in his rush. Her car was an old clunker and had an oil leak he’d planned to fix but she hardly drove it. He threw the vehicle in drive and punched it. The ass end slid on the grass as he took off.

  His frantic gaze scanned the road ahead as he took the curves far too fast for safety. He only slowed when he entered town, afraid the cops would pull him over. He couldn’t waste time getting a ticket.

  Where would she go? She didn’t have many friends. The fear of discovery was too great. The college girls loved to go swimming at the river but his Charma was afraid they’d see the faint spots trailing down her spine. He’d assured her a hundred times she could say they were tattoos but she didn’t like to lie.

  Oh, baby. Where are you? Don’t do this. Don’t leave me. He drove past one of the dorms, searching for her car. It wasn’t there. Within ten minutes he was sure she hadn’t gone to crash with Dina or Barbara.

  Panic set in. She might have left town altogether. He made his way to the main highway and checked out the gas station. She wasn’t there but he stopped anyway and went inside.

  The guy behind the counter frowned at his bare feet. “No shoes, no service.”

  Brand wanted to snarl but terrifying the clerk wouldn’t be to his advantage. “I’m sorry. My girlfriend is missing and I’m worried something has happened to her. She drives an old rusted ford.”

  “Ah. The one with the cool two-toned hair down to her butt?”

  “Yeah. Charma. Have you seen her lately?”

  The clerk nodded. “She was in here about forty minutes ago. She filled up her tank and bought a few candy bars.”

  Filled the tank. He felt as if someone had punched him in the gut. “Did she say where she was heading? Ask for directions? That car breaks down.”

  Suspicion narrowed the clerk’s eyes. “You guys have a fight?”

  Brand reached up and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Yeah. It was stupid and I stormed out. I came back and she was gone. Please tell me what you know. I can’t lose her.”

  “I don’t blame you. She’s a babe.”

  It took a lot of control for Brand not to lunge over the counter and tear the asshole’s throat out for noticing that about his woman. “Did she say where she was heading? I have to find her and tell her I’m sorry.”

  The clerk hesitated. “No but I saw her get on the freeway. She went east.”

  “Thank you!” Brand rushed outside, realizing he’d left his door open and the motor running. He jumped in the truck and drove like a madman, pushing the engine to the limit as he surpassed speeds of over a hundred and ten, weaving through traffic, searching for her car. His enhanced reflexes saved him from crashing a few times. The hope of catching up to her lasted until he reached a four-way split on the freeway.

  He tried to feel out her presence, using his senses to see if he could track her, but nothing happened. “NO!”

  He checked his mirrors and crossed four lanes, only to slam on the brakes along the shoulder. He got out and sniffed the air, hoping to catch her scent. It was a long shot but he was desperate. Exhaust from the traffic choked him and he dropped to his knees beside the open truck door. He bellowed, “CHARMA!”

  Chapter One

  Nine years later

  “Charma?”

  She turned her head to peer at her sister. “What, Bree?”

  “You’ve got that sad look on your face again. I thought we were past this. You can’t stop me from growing up. I’m an adult.”

  “I’m fine.” She lied with ease, something she’d spent years perfecting. “I was just thinking about Dad.”

  “Oh.” Her younger sister reached out to squeeze her hand. “He’s going to do great. You heard Garrett. This won’t be his first surgery or his last. This new procedure will help him get more use out of his leg so he doesn’t have to keep depending on the cane.”

  She had to turn away to hide the anger. “Yes. I heard him.”

  “Garrett is so hot. I envy you. I want to find a mate as fine as him now that I’m of age.”

  A shudder ran down Charma’s spine. “I hope not,” she whispered.

  “I heard that.” Her sister snagged her arm and spun her around.

  Charma couldn’t suppress a gasp of pain. Bree frowned and her gaze lowered from her sister’s face to her arm. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Let me see your arm. Pull up your sleeve.”

  “It’s nothing. I bumped it last night.” She eased out of her sister’s hold and forced another smile. “What dress do you want to buy? This is your party. Garrett said to spare no expense.”

  “Char,” Bree’s green eyes narrowed. “Show me your fucking arm.”

  “Such language from a teenager. Is that what they taught you in school?”

  Her sister hissed. “Show me your arm. You have a lot of accidents. Is…” Her sister paled. “Does Garrett hit you? We had an assembly at school about domestic abuse before graduation and I’m doing the math. I don’t like what I’m coming up with.”

  “Of course not.”

  “Then show me this bump.”

  “It’s just a bruise.” Charma tried to turn away but her sister moved to block her.

  “Show it to me now or I’ll assume your mate is hurting you.”

  “Mind your own business.”

  Her sister paled even more. “Oh. My. God!” Tears filled her eyes. “I knew it wasn’t a love match, but shit. Do our parents know?”

  Charma glanced around the dress shop. “Lower your voice.”

  “Your mate is abusing you and you’re worried about what someone else will think? You’re not someone who would take that bullshit!”

  She gripped her sister’s hand and tugged her inside the dressing room, alert for any sign of someone approaching. The flimsy door sealed them into the small area.

  “You’ve got to calm down.”

  “No! I’m going to tell his father. I’m going to tell everyone!”

  “No,” Charma hissed. “Listen to me. You’re old enough to know the truth since you stumbled on to it. Everyone in the pride has known for years about what’s been going on. It’s not a secret that I was forced to mate with Garrett. He’s a cold bastard but he’s the future pride leader. His father paid for me to go to college after he decided I was the one he wanted.”

  “But you never finished. You came home. You couldn’t owe that much money, and that’s no reason to agree to mate someone.”

  “Dad was crippled and mom was badly scarred. He could never shift again after their car accident. He couldn’t protect our family so he made a deal. He asked