Whitney by Celia Kyle Read Free Book Online

with werewolf stories while she had to see Dick and Jane run.
    They played princess and her sisters were always rescued by two princes…
    When they played with dolls, they always had two boys and a girl. Every time Whitney had attempted to play the same game, her mother had plucked the extra toy from her hand. That “wasn’t for her.”
    Their mother was never cruel, but the truth had never been hidden from Whitney. Her sisters were Marked, she was not, and that meant their lives would never be the same. A wall stood between the three of them and it’d never, ever be broken. Whitney needed to get over her dreams and accept reality. Scarlet and Gabriella had always included her in everything non-wolf and never made her feel less due to her lack of a Mark, but that wall always remained.
    Now she was the same. She glanced at her arm. Okay, she was same-ish.
    Tears burned her eyes, she was like them now. She wasn’t on the outside looking in, wasn’t the little girl who watched her sisters wander off to do those things only the Marked got to do. She wasn’t different .
    The glow emanating from her body pulsed brighter for a brief moment reminding her she was a little different. But at least she had two mates as she’d always dreamed. Her soul had always known a life with one man hadn’t been her future. And now everyone else knew, as well.
    Still reeling from the acceptance of Sarvis’s words, Whitney replayed them in her mind…
    You see what you’ve done by violating the laws? What you’ve created? You’ve tied this human to you and are turning her into an abomination. You began the mating process and this is what’s left. You started it. You finish it. Permanently. Because this cannot continue further.
    “We began the mating process,” she whispered the words, still not believing everything that had happened.
    Emmett gave her a slow nod and Levy did the same.
    “But we didn’t finish it. Do you think,” she licked her lips, anxiety rising with every syllable she uttered. She hated her insecurities. Hated them. Her sisters were just as curvy as her and their mates worshipped the ground they walked on. Could Emmett and Levy feel the same? “Do you think the world would end if we did finish it? Because that guy said… I mean, if you want, we could. And not right this second. Because you don’t have to. Because—”
    Levy placed two fingers over her lips, silencing her before she managed to hyperventilate once again. “I don’t think it would end the world. You wouldn’t have come to us, mated to us, if we weren’t destined to be together. Just as Scarlet and Gabriella found their intended mates, so have we.”
    She weighed Levy’s words, the expressions flitting across his face, and analyzed them. The heat in his gaze was unmistakable. The man’s wolf peered behind his human eyes, the amber shining past the pale blue. Then a ripple of white slithered through his irises.
    “What the hell?” She leaned toward him. “What was that?”
    He grimaced, a pained twist of his lips. “Don’t be afraid, sweet. We’re Wardens and that comes with the wolf and a little something extra.”
    Vulnerability surrounded him. As she heard Emmett before, she now sensed Levy’s emotions. The big, bad wolf was nervous, scared that despite their half-mating, she’d become disgusted and leave him.
    Ah, her sensitive wolf. She recognized Emmett’s rough, forceful personality with ease, but Levy would be the one she had to worry about hurting. Ferocious wolf or not, he had a gentle heart.
    Aching to put him at ease, show that the bit of “extra” didn’t bother her, she held up her hand. “Kinda like being glow in the dark?”
    Pain suffused the connection between the three of them. A hint of it came from Levy, but a good dose emanated from Emmett. No longer feeling the aches from before, she easily shifted and faced the larger wolf.
    “Hey, I’m not mad.”
    He shook his head. “You didn’t see it. My God,