Beloved LifeMate: Song of the Sídhí #1 Read Online Free PDF

love me without reservation. The thought of his rejection horrified me and I felt a burst of pain. It felt like my chest was ripped open even farther and my heart crushed into pulp.
    I sobbed and felt tears roll down my temple and into my hair. I knew the reality of my emotions. It sounded insane that I wanted my killer to love me, but I did. It was all the Ancient One's fault. I hated them for the way my synth made me feel. They tinkered with things best left alone.
    Somehow, when the Ancient Ones created synth crystal, they made it meld not only with our cells, but other things. After the synth sang, our blood cells released a trigger activating a physical and emotional response toward our lifeMate. This trigger pulled lifeMates together. It literally caused a chain reaction that made us want our lifeMate.
    I had always accepted the fact I would find my mate, fall in love, and bond instantly. I thought the Ancient Ones had been blessed by God with the knowledge of how to create the synth crystal.
    Bonding with a lifeMate was a true blessing from God. But knowing my lifeMate planned on refusing me was pure hell.
    Finally, I couldn't stand waiting any longer. I cracked my eyes open.
    “Eek!” I shrieked in terror or I tried; the sound gurgled past my lips, sounding rather pitiful.
    Crouched above me was a black monster, an umbra. Fine black hair, like that of an otter, covered its body. Its eyes were black bottomless pits. It hovered closer, sniffing my blood. Its small nose twitched.
    The mouth of the creature transfixed me. Sharp teeth made for ripping prey into shreds glared down at me. A long black tongue flicked out, warm and wet it licked the blood from my face. It leaned ever closer; I felt its soft breath against my damp face.
    I sucked in air, struggling with the simple task, unable to get in enough air for an ear-aching scream.
    The room remained silent, except for the whistling gurgle of air rushing in and out of my punctured lung. With each strangled breath, I felt like my lifeMate had shoved a metal fence post through me. He might as well have. It would've been a much quicker death.
    I cursed. My mate couldn't bring himself to finish the job and kill me with his own hands. No, my lifeMate didn't want my blood on his hands. Instead, he gave me to his pet umbra for dinner.
    I snarled, baring my teeth at the monster hovering over me. Black eyes grew big and its mouth dropped open. I didn't wait for it to bite me. I did the only thing I could do. I ported blind.
    God forgive me; porting blind was suicide. When a person ported without a destination in mind, she might end up in the middle of a tree. It was the first lesson every parent taught their child, but if I didn't want to get eaten alive, I had no choice.
    I aimed for the farthest distance I could go. I was only a few years past puberty so I couldn't go far. Normally, twenty miles was my limit, but as bad as I was injured, I'd be lucky to make it a full mile. That wasn't far enough, but it was the best I could manage.
    I disappeared from the warm room and reappeared in thin air, ice cold thin air.
    I fell through the sky and fear raced through me. Thankfully, the port was more than my mangled body could handle. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head.
    My last terrified thought before I fainted was filled with relief: I wouldn't be forced to see my lifeMate's face as he rejected me. I figured it was a good thought to have in my brain when I died.
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    The sound of my chattering teeth briefly woke me up. There was snow everywhere. Big fluffy clouds bloomed behind the bare branched trees spread high above me. I knew I wasn't in my right mind, because the clouds looked pink.
    I shouldn't be alive, but even young it was hard to kill a Sídhí without chopping her head off.
    I fainted and a loud sound woke me. It couldn't be my teeth chattering. It was much too loud. Though, the pain-filled sound fit my state of mind.
    The sound grew louder, developing into an