had been no time for himself or Gabrielle. He had thought this day would never come. His beautiful bride. She was smart and funny and so beautiful it hurt to look at her. He reached for her hand again. Both of them.In the Carpathian culture, the male was imprinted with the ritual binding words before birth. In essence, Gary had been reborn as a Daratrazanoff, a full Carpathian, and the words were there, along with the power and knowledge of his ancestors.
Saying the ritual words to Gabrielle would bind his lifemate to him for all eternity. His soul to her soul. Simply put, he loved her with every cell in his body. He loved her mind and the compassion and empathy in her. He loved the way her mind worked, focusing completely on a problem and working it out piece by piece. He could talk to her and she understood what he said. She caught on quickly when he was trying to explain a resolution and why he was certain his solution would work. When they worked side by side, the research went so much faster because they made a good partnership. He didnât have to direct her. Her mind followed the same path his did.
It was impossible not to love Gabrielle. She lit up a room with her laughter. With her sunshine. With the possibilities of her brilliant mind. If they disagreed over a problem, she always had a sound argument and reasons why she thought they should choose a different way.
He knew she had struggled with the Carpathian way of life ever since he was nearly killed. Sheâd grown quiet and moody and he could see the worry in her eyes. She had begun to pull away from her relationship with Shea, her best friend. Shea was lifemate to Jacques, the princeâs brother. He knew that was on him. He didnât like it, and he was determined to rectify it.
Gabrielle wanted a wedding. She wanted their relationship finalized. He hadnât lost his emotions or his ability to see in color as the Carpathians did over time, so there had never been that exact confirmation that she was his lifemate, but he knew he loved Gabrielle Sanders. He would defend her with his last breath and he would do anything to make her happy.
He was certain once they were lifemates, their souls bound together, she would relax a little and realize it wouldnât be so easy to kill him. He had lived through countless battles as a human. He could live through many more as a Carpathian male. She would see that once she shared his mind.
âSay it,â she whispered. âRight now, Gary, with the moon shining down on us, in this perfect field of beautiful flowers. Bind us together for eternity.â
He smiled down at her. âI was just thinking what a lucky man I am to have found you, Gabrielle. To have you right here in front of me. To knowyou before either of us was converted. I know a few of the Carpathian males have known their lifemates from childhood, but it is rare. We have a past that binds us even closer.â
She smiled up at him, her smile reaching her eyes, taking his breath. This was finally their time. He tightened his fingers around hers, ignoring the still glowing bracelet. At least it had stopped the warning hum.
âYou are my lifemate. I claim you as my lifemate.â He said the ritual words decisively. He had wanted to say them before he was even Carpathian. She was everything heâd ever wanted in a woman. âI belong to you. I offer my life for you.â He did belong to her. He loved her with all his heart. He would lay down his life for her in a heartbeat. âI give you my protection. I give you my allegiance. I give you my heart. I give you my soul.â
The moment he uttered the words, something shifted inside of him. Fingers of dread crept down his spine. His gut knotted. Tight. Tension slid in. The bracelet burst into flames, the red dancing through the gold ominously, leaping around her wrist and humming a warning.
Gabrielle bit her lip, pushing at the bracelet with her hand, trying to get it
Janwillem van de Wetering