Broken Heart 10 Some Lycan Hot by Michele Bardsley Read Free Book Online Page B

married. Her husband wanted her back, and Sparta and Troy went to war for the next ten years.”
    “It’s certainly tragic,” sai d Alaya. “But how did that situation affect the apple?”
    “ Erm. Did I mention Nemesis was Helen’s mother? She was so angry, that she imbued the apple with the power to curse true love.” Aphrodite leaned back and steepled her fingers together. “The one holding decides what form the curse takes. In your case, Nemesis ordered you two to forget each other forever.”
    “We have not forgotten who we are—or that we love each other,” said Darrius.
    “Only because of Daphne. She’s a Naiad, a water nymph. Her tears have healing magic, but not enough to break the curse—only to delay it.”
    “How long do we have?” asked Alaya.
    “A day,” said Aphrodite. “Maybe less.”
    “This was not how I expected to spend my Tuesday,” said Alaya.
    Darrius barked a laugh, and then he hugged her. “I promise you that Wednesday will much better.”
    Warmth suffused her, and she recognized it as being comforted. It had been a long time since she’d been on the receiving end of compassion.
    “I never stopped loving you, Darrius.” Alaya took his hand and lifted it to kiss his knuckles. He rested his forehead against hers.
    “You are my soulmate. I will not lose you again,” he said softly.
    “We will not lose each other,” she responded. She and Darrius had reconnected on a level she hadn’t believed possible. His love for her had not diminished over time. He was just as she remembered—and more, so much more. The moment she saw him standing in her doorway, the only thing she could think about was her love for him, shining as bright as the first day she’d known she wanted to be his: The very first time he tried to kiss her. And she’d responded by punching him.
    An hour ago, she had been thinking they had time to work out their feelings, to discuss their fears and hopes, to create their future.
    To lose him again just when she’d found him—or he’d found her—was just too much.
    Alaya had spent her entire life learning to heal the emotional and physical hurts of others. She’d cultivated a calm demeanor, a non-judgmental viewpoint, and a turn-the-cheek mentality. As a priestess she was expected to behave in an honorable manner that befitted her station and her duties to the Moon Goddess.
    Her second chance with Darrius was being jeopardized in the same damned way it had been more than seven decades before. She refused to allow her life to be torn apart by forces outside her control.
    Nemesis was not the only one entitled to justice.
    Or vengeance.
     

 
    CHAPTER NINE
     
    Meanwhile in Broken Heart…
     
    “YOU WANT TO go to college?” asked Durry.
                  To Tamara’s relief, he sounded more confused than upset. “Yes.” They sat on the front porch steps of the house she shared with her parents. The crescent moon was a mere slice of light in the velvet-black sky. Cool wind rustled the leaves across the dry grass.
                  “You don’t want to marry me.”
                  Tamara turned and placed her hand on his wrist. “I’m not saying that. I’m saying … let’s wait. I need to figure out what I want and who I am.”
                  “I already know these things about myself,” said Durry. His dark brows slashed down. “We’re taught from a young age how to hunt, how to survive. All I’ve ever wanted to be … is what I am.” He slipped his hands over hers. “I can make you happy, Tamara.”
                  “I’m sorry, Durriken. I’ve made my decision. I’m going to college. I love you. I do. But I can’t live in your shadow or chase your dream. I’m not lycan.”
                  “I don’t care!”
                  Tamara licked her lips and tried to swallow the knot clogging her throat. “I care. I’m no match for the girls in your camp.