By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1)

By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) by Red Phoenix Read Free Book Online

Book: By the Light of the Scottish Moon - Unrated (My Kilted Wolf, #1) by Red Phoenix Read Free Book Online
Authors: Red Phoenix
Tags: Romance, Highlander
for you, Bryn.”
    He shook his head again. “I’m a cursed wolf. Dinnae ask this, ye will regret it, Freya.”
    “But I want this—for us.”
    She saw a brief look of hope before his eyes became cold and hard. “Werewolves cannae perform the Athrú without approval from the pack. Changing humans is extremely rare, something only done when a pack is dying out or to fortify numbers during times of war.”
    “Surely as Ceannard you can bend the rules?”
    “They would never agree to it. The act would be seen as an abuse of my power. I would be challenged fer ignoring the law.”
    “Then let’s run away and start a new life together.”
    He snarled. “Ye show yer ignorance, Freya McKenna. I am the Ceannard. I will never leave the pack. I’m bound to protect it until I die.” He stood up, transforming into a wolf before her. Bryn glared at her accusingly with those blazing amber eyes before running off.
    “Please, Bryn, please don’t leave me to die!” she cried after him.
    The feeling of loss overwhelmed her, hurting more deeply than any pain she’d endured. Freya rocked herself as she screamed into her pillow. How could he leave her?
    Freya whimpered pitifully when a deep, stabbing pain cut through her middle and would not stop. Eventually, she was forced to accept the darkness that demanded her soul. It became her escape to seek it and a calmness settled over her.
    She closed her eyes and whispered to the heavens, “I’m not afraid anymore…”

    Freya smelled the wolf before she felt his warm, moist breath. She forced her eyes open and smiled up at him.
    Bryn.
    He licked her cheek, whimpering softly. Then he nuzzled her neck, forcing her to turn her head to the side, exposing her throat to him. Bryn looked into her eyes asking permission and she nodded, not having the strength to speak.
    Freya felt only gladness when his teeth closed around her throat and cut off her air, but she noticed he was not biting hard enough to break the skin. She struggled under him, suddenly realizing he was not there to save her.
    Thrashing violently, her body fought one last time to cling to life. It was then, in the struggle, she understood that Bryn was putting her out of her misery. It was the way of his kind—a final act of kindness.
    It was enough.
    Freya stilled herself, accepting his gift. Her heart began pounding in her ears as the darkness took hold. Having fought it for so long, she finally relaxed and let go, allowing her spirit to release.

Rebirth

    S he felt hot blood coursing through her veins, burning her up inside with its animal heat. Next came the unique smell of him. Without even opening her eyes, she knew who lay beside her, could hear his breath, could even hear the rapid beating of his heart.
    Freya opened her eyes and was flooded with overly bright shades of color and images sharper than she ever imagined existed. The terrifyingly wonderful fact that she was seeing the world through new eyes thrilled her, but her body seemed sluggishly slow.
    “Bryn,” she croaked.
    “Shh… Ye need time to adjust.”
    She turned her head and caught her breath, staring at him in pure wonder. He didn’t look anything like the man she’d known. Her new eyes picked up on the various tones and textures of his skin, and the sharp curvature of his jaw, the rippling muscles of his chest, the sheen of his hair. His eyes, however, were the most magnificent of all.
    Freya gazed into those glowing amber orbs of light and said in a gravelly voice, “You’re beautiful.”
    He put his finger on her lips. “Shh…”
    Freya tentatively touched him, running her fingers down his strong, veiny arms and felt a surge of excitement. Her fingers tingled from the simple contact. Bryn even felt beautiful.
    She smiled to herself, wondering how she looked to him now. Had she been as equally transformed?
    “Welcome to my hell.”
    She shook her head slowly. “No, Bryn. The beginning of your heaven.”
    His lips only showed a hint of a

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