The Forgotten Prophecy: The BraveHeart Series

Chapter 3 - Trent

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It took everything to calm my wolf while I talked to the beautiful woman before me. Her lips were pink and full, and her eyes were purple, something I'd never seen on a human before. Her skin was the color of brown sugar, and her frame. Oh, my goodness, she was the definition of perfection. She had curves in all the right places, and her hair fell past her shoulders like a lush wave. When I saw her, my wolf knew she was my mate. The girl she was with smelled familiar, but when she left, I was glad because I just had to talk to her. When she began to faint, my wolf speed activated without hesitation, and I damn near flew to catch her and carry her to the student rec. She was light as a feather, and she smelled inebriating.

"MATE... I finally found her...," my wolf, Amir, murmured gratefully in my head.

Due to Amir's dire need to mark her, I tried to maintain an appropriate distance. The sight of her made my mouth water; I desperately wanted to lick her flesh to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. I leaned in close to get a good whiff and nearly lost my mind at the scent of sandalwood and jasmine. My animal instincts wanted to prevail, so I went to get her some water. When I returned, she was awake, and those eyes captivated me again.

"Mate is beautiful," Amir whispered in my head.

Dressed simply in a plain black sweater, some jeans, and some black combat boots, her curves were undeniable. As she spoke, the words left her lips so intricately, it was like a song. Everything she did, even blinking, turned me on. Her name and her beautiful face became forever etched in my memory. When we touched, a powerful electricity passed between us. There was no way I could let her leave without giving her my information; only a fool would do that. The way my name passed from her lips humbled me, and the look she wore before she departed, I knew I would be hearing from her soon.

"Damn, that woman was made for me." I had to tell myself that on the way to my car because not only was I still in disbelief, but I also had to tell Clarissa that our relationship had reached its end.

Slipping into the gold BMW, I didn't see the look that Quinton, my father's Beta, gave me. I was in a daze and didn't hear his question until he repeated it, "Everything okay?" I looked up and saw him staring at me through the rearview mirror with a worried face.

"Everything's cool, Quint, but the craziest thing just happened..."

My thoughts were interrupted by a vision of Jehlani fully dressed, head to toe, in traditional garb with my tribe's glyphs covering her body and a powerful supermoon guiding her to me. She glided down the moonlit aisle and stood at my side under the baldachin as the Moon Goddess united us as Alpha and Luna. When we held hands, the sensation that passed between us poured through me as I sat in the backseat with my eyes closed enjoying the feeling. The vision ended with us sharing a kiss so savory, I thought she was in the car with me.

"Anything I can help you with?" Quinton's voice brought me back to reality, but the vision replayed in my head.

"Let's just say that the moon goddess never makes mistakes."

Quinton looked at me through the rearview mirror with a raised eyebrow, but he continued to drive without asking any more questions. During the entire forty-seven-mile ride home, I was trying to put together the words to tell Clarissa.

Clarissa and I met, or should I say she ran into me, four years ago during a rogue hunt. As fate would have it, I saved her from the very pack of rogues we were hunting. She begged me to take her back with me because she had nowhere else to go, and feeling sentimental, I obliged her. Amir was leery of the whole thing, but I couldn't just leave her there. Though my heart was in the right place, I broke one of the main rules of the BraveHeart tribe: No outsiders or drifters. My mother, Luna Afeni, was totally against it because, in her words, a rogue is hard to detect, but still, I felt sorry for her. Being the humble man that I am, I had no clue why she was infatuated with me, but it seemed that wherever I went was where Clarissa wanted to be. As the years went by, the human in me fell helplessly in love with Clarissa, but Amir rarely showed himself around her.