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Chapter 4
His mind shut down for a few hours then he was back up and unwrapping himself from around Tommy. As much as he hated to leave the comfort of Tommy’s body, he had to be ontop of what had taken place behind his back while he grew up. And that had followed him into his adult life. Sucked to think that his entire family life had been manupliated. That every aspect from the moment he was born had been trotted out for one man’s plan. Had worked in some manner. Or until . . .
Didn’t matter when it had begun to go astray. It had. It was time for Bobby to get up to date on just what had taken place behind his back and to ensure that there was nothing else lurking behind what he was being told at that point and time. Just because it was being presented to him then did not mean . . . Or did it?
He trusted Tony more than he did anyone else, because he would do anything to ensure Tommy was safe and that included ensuring the safety of his mate. Yet . . . He would not have gone as far as to put him down as the heir to his bussiness, aka mob, just because he was Tommy’s mate. Or to keep him safe. Nope. He would have chosen someone who knew the business in much more detail. Being given such an honor meant Tony trusted him in such a manner that . . . Tony knew to what extent he’d go to keep Tommy safe and that meant he’d gained the big time mobster’s trust and in return Bobby trusted him just as much and for the same reason. It was that reason why he had even given James and his information the time of day.
He climbed from the bed, tucking the sheet around Tommy’s sexy, naked body and gathered the book and papers and with one finger slid the sliding glass back door open and slipped onto the small patio. Using the slim lighting from the streetlight he began to read the book about mixed wolf/vamps.
The differences between the book James brought and what he’d been given growing up was enoumous. It’d take him months, if not an entire year, to grasp all the new aspect and lose all the old concepts. There was some things he had to admit that felt right to him and Cal. Few of those things he had experienced over the years, but pushed them aside as flukes. Like he’d always felt a dire need to drink blood during the full moon phase. He contributed it to the fact that Cal was a bit more fiesty when he was in wolf form, but according to the book a wolf/vamp mix required fresh human blood during that time. And instead of weekly feeding they needed bi-weekly or they’d be unable to use their vamp skills to the max. Sort of kept them at bay.
The biggest shocker was that a wolf/vamp mix had a way to take note of their mate. Or he should say MATES. Yep. Wolf/vamp mixes don’t have just one mate. Nope. They can have up to four mates. Four. Not one. Four. How would he keep four safe? Might not be his place to do all the keeping safe. Depended on who out powered who in the relationship. Whoever did had control of the relationship just like in a wolf mateship.
As confusing as the thought of having four different kinds of mates were, he was thrilled he’d been right that Tommy was his true wolf mate. Being able to tell that someone was a mate was easier for a mix wolf/vamp. Their extra strong senses allowed for them to pick up on the particular scents that belonged to him. And Tommy held his scent. There was no doubt about it. Sexy as fuck. That man held the most intoxicating scent he’d ever smelled. Or as of yet. If he ever ran across a pure vampire that held his scent Bobby was sure he’d smell as great as Tommy. Same about a mix wolf/vamp. And then there was the rarest of all kinds among mix wolf/vamps. A Fated Mate. A mate that can communicate to you even if you are not linked up by mating or married methods. They can feel if their mate is in danger or any other emotional turmoil, or happiness they have. He or she is the person that is so connected to you that the book says the dominate one in the relationship has the say over all other mates to the weaker mate. Right down to when they can see each other. Fated Mates are more possessive and beyond the world protective.
Intense type of mating. That’s what it was. Sure glad there was no one in his life like . . . “Fuck me.” He slammed the book closed and looked skyward. “Was it true?” James had spoken to him in his head. He’d spoken back. Did it mean they were Fated Mates? What would he do if so? James was stronger than him? Did it mean he was wrong about him and Tommy after all? “Fuck. This is so fucking confusing.” Who did he talk to, to figure this out? Who can straighten it out for him.
The metal of the glass door ground together making a ear wincing sound as Tommy slid it open. “Sorry. Forgot it needed oiling. How did you get out here without it waking me up?”
“Didn’t make a noise when I came out?”
Wow. He’d gotten lost in the material and his thoughts and the night passed him by. He hadn’t gotten much sleep, which he really needed it, but being caught up was more important. Even if he was left with a hell of a lot more questions.
He picked the book up off his lap and walked over to Tommy, kissing him good morning. “What woke my man up?”
“Uncle Tony is here and would like to talk to you.”
“Sure, baby. I’m coming.”
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