Regan Ure - Keeper (Forever Book 4)

KEEPER

REGAN URE

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Copyright 2018 Regan Ure

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ISBN: 978-1-911213-28-4

I dedicate this book to my husband. Thank you for your love and support.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

Bay

I was running, not really caring where I was going. Branches scratched my arms as I pushed myself as fast as my legs would carry me. My lungs burned but I kept going, fearing if I stopped I would feel the suffocating ache that I couldn't get rid of.

Being on the edge of physical pain was the only way to halt the emotional chaos inside of me, so I pushed my body to its limit. I had been unable to get a handle on it. It had been a month of a constant ache inside of me.

But I knew what had caused the pain. Or more importantly who. Flynn.

It had also been a month since I had last seen him. For an unknown reason, I had gravitated to him. It didn't make much sense.

An image of him standing tall with his midnight-black hair and onyx eyes appeared in my mind. It was enough to take my breath away. But I knew whatever I felt for him, it wasn't just a physical thing, it went deeper than that and that's what really scared me.

I ran harder but the momentary lapse in concentration was all it took to take a wrong step and I tripped forward. I landed on the ground, scraping my knees.

Ouch. Grimacing, I sat down and winced when I took in my bloodied knees. The pain stung and my vision blurred. With the throbbing pain, my emotions that I'd been keeping suppressed began to surge forward, seeking release. I gritted my teeth as I held them back. I feared what would happen if I allowed myself to feel the pain, betrayal and hopelessness I had kept suppressed.

Still breathing hard, I remained seated, unable to get up again to outrun the demons that had plagued me the last four weeks. I dug my nails into my hands, hoping the added physical pain would break the emotions suffocating me.

Briefly I closed my eyes. An image of a dark figure filled my mind. Familiar black eyes on me, seeing deeper than most.

No, I thought, refusing to allow him to consume my every waking thought. But as hard as I fought, I couldn't stop him from monopolizing my mind. I had been determined to carry on with my life like I had before my brief encounter with the Keeper, but I couldn't fit back into the life I'd lived before him.

I was changed.

I sniffled and wiped the wetness from my eyes with the back of my hand. I let out a heavy breath before I attempted to stand up. My knees ached and I tried to brush the dirt from them. Needing to get myself together, I tilted my head up to the sky and tried to push away all thoughts of Flynn and the heaviness in the middle of my chest.

There had been more than a few times that I had fought the urge to pack up everything I had and leave without saying a word. Like I could outrun the pain.

'How are you? How are you doing? ' The constant questions from the people closest to me were getting to me. I knew it was because they cared but being reminded about it hadn't helped. I wanted to forget.

I didn't think there was much worse than parents who weren't capable of loving me, but what had happened with the Keepers had been unexpected and devastating. It had outweighed any emotional pain my parents had inflicted on me.

Logically I knew it wouldn't help but it was difficult to reason with the emotions clouding my judgment. I was used to doing things without thinking and this wasn't much different. My emotions, rather than mindful thinking, pushing my actions.

I looked up to see the sun starting to set. The beautiful colors that painted the sky did nothing to lighten the darkness and hopelessness I felt inside.

It was starting to get dark and I knew I should probably head back but I wanted to spend a few more moments free from the prying eyes of my pack. The constant concerned looks from James, my brother, and Kyle were driving me nuts.

The hairs on my arms lifted and I had a sense I wasn't alone anymore. I strained my ears and heard the softest footstep behind me. Their scent was familiar but it still spelled danger.

I kept rooted to the spot and waited for the unwanted visitor to say something.

"You're hurt." I stilled. The voice was unexpected and unmistakable. My pulse quickened.

I closed my eyes and bowed my head as an emotion I couldn't decipher washed over me, leaving me shaken.

Another footstep closer.

I could sense his presence behind me but I couldn't bring myself to turn around and face him. What was he doing here? I wasn't ready to see him. I didn't know if I ever would be. He didn't touch me but I could feel the warmth of his body behind me.

"Don't," I said, shaking my head. "You can't touch me."

We couldn't cross a line we wouldn't recover from.

"You're mine." His words were clear with no hesitation. I squeezed my eyes tighter. It felt like a knife had embedded in my heart and it was difficult to breathe.

"How long have you known?" I asked softly.

From my initial attraction, I had fought what I felt for him. I honestly thought it was chemistry and nothing more. Like a spark that ignited from one look across a room.

It hadn't taken me long to figure it out: our attraction, combined with the knowledge that Keepers possessed birthmarks like we did. It hadn't been hard to figure out why we had felt such a powerful connection so quickly. The truth was undeniable. We were mates.

It also explained his actions that had saved my life and the people I loved even though it had gone against everything he had believed in.

"Does it matter?" he said darkly.

I'd hoped we could have avoided this confrontation and the pain it brought with it but there was no hiding from it now.

I had to suppress a hysterical laugh. My life had been tough enough with parents who only had enough love for my brother. At first I had fought hard to compete. I'd worked hard at my grades and I had even graduated early. But when it hadn't been enough to change the situation with my parents, I had eventually just given up trying.

The thought that one day I would meet a mate who would be able to give me the love I so badly craved had given me hope when there hadn't been any. Disappointing wasn't a strong enough word to describe the defeated hopelessness I felt when I had figured out who Flynn was.

How was somebody supposed to love me if they hated what I was? I was a werewolf and he'd once referred to my kind as mutts.

"No," I sighed.

None of the details mattered. I had a mate incapable of loving me and there was nothing more to it.

I turned carefully, having the courage to finally face him. The real-life version of him was devastating and I swallowed. He was so close but I was sure not to allow our skin to meet. It was difficult enough to fight without the added connection our destines would provoke.