Alpha's Witch

My eyes widened at the connection, and attachment he felt toward me. He was desperate for me. Crazed as a wild man that was just blessed with freedom. His feelings filled my senses with adoration, fascination, and pleasure-things that no person could feel for a stranger. Admiration, patience, affection...

There was no logic as to why more time was needed. No necessity for further explanation of who I was or any other details of my life. His energies were immune to normal, rational thinking. He was absolute in his sentiments. He was overjoyed with relief, happy that something had finally occurred that he had been hopeful for.

What the hell?!

"Kensi?" he drawed slowly, somehow obvious to my calculating mind.

I met his eyes.

There it was! Confirmation! It was real-my worst fear, a nightmare I never dreamed of, but here it was-reality.

It wasn't possible!

"No. No, no," I repeated, struggling to grasp the illusion.

He started to close the distance between us, so I ripped the energy from me in hopes of shoving it out at him in an attempt to push him back and summon that barrier between us again. The force didn't comply, though, leaving me stunned and nearly paralyzed at his mercy.

My hand shot up at him. "Stop! Now! Do not touch me," I commanded roughly, breathlessly.

He paused a few feet from me as the world seemed to tilt in my head.

Where were my powers? Why weren't they helping me? Working to protect me from him? Protesting the sick scenario in my head about the facts I knew about werewolves and their mating bonds?

"I won't hurt you," he promised sincerely.

Technically, he couldn't hurt me if I was sensing the energies correctly.

Oh my! That was another sign, wasn't it? It had to be!

I felt it now. The truth in my thoughts and fears was as plain as day. This stranger, this werewolf, had just mated a witch! Me!