The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 73

Graham sighs and tells me about calling Helia who came running as fast as she could.

“With you falling unconscious, I’d lost all my hope,” Graham continues, his voice deepening. “Helia’s a witch, but she works in a human hospital as a doctor. Her expression made it clear to me that it would take a miracle to save you. Fortunately, Grayden insisted on tagging along and since they’re fated mates, she was able to channel his power.”

I frown, not sure what that means. “Your brother healed me?”

“Helia healed you, but with Grayden’s help,” he explains. “Even with magic, you’re in rough shape. You lost a lot of blood. While the physical scars have been healed, the emotional ones stayed behind. That’s something even our magic can’t touch.”

“How did you stop yourself?” I ask. “What happened? How did you come back?”

“I-I don’t know.”

I’m not sure what this means. For the first time, I’m staring directly in the face of something even bigger than being a wolf. And it’s shaking up everything I thought was true.

“I think you do,” I tell him with a weary sigh. “I know that we hardly know each other, but I’ve felt more connected to you than I ever have with anyone. I know you do, too. The least you can do for me now is to tell me the truth. You owe me that much.”

He shakes his head.

I grab his hand without thinking, and we both stare in shock at our entwined fingers.

His skin feels warm and cold at the same time.

“I didn’t want to believe what I’ve had a hunch about since our first time together,” he admits. “But seeing you like that…Nearly losing you…Nearly killing you…Fuck. It hit me with full force. I don’t know how it’s possible. I don’t know how it works. But I know this is what I think it is.”

I peer into his black eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I ask. I’m struggling to keep my emotions intact. I need to focus. I don’t know how much I can still lose and make a sane decision.

He swallows. “I don’t know if I should’ve brought it up already,” he explains, his tone uncertain.

“Please,” I implore him. “This is making me too nervous. Just say what you want to say. You can’t fuck this up any worse than you already did.”

His eyebrows raise at my words, but then a soft, amused smile reaches his lips.

“Perhaps it is time for me to utter those words for the first time,” he admits. “You’re my fated mate, Cassidy. I feel it within me. I felt it when we first got together.”

“Fated mate?” I ask, my brows furrowing. “What exactly is that?”

He chuckles. “Simply put, you and I are destined to be together. You probably didn’t sense it because you’re human, but my wolf and I had a faint feeling that connected us to you. We were drawn to you, which is probably why I couldn’t let you go. I tried very hard to ignore it. I wrote it off as an attraction. But when you nearly died…when I nearly killed you…something snapped inside me. I think it’s the bond setting in place that saved you and kept me from killing you.”

“Am I supposed to believe that this is real?” I ask, disbelieving.

“Shifters understand the concept better,” Graham explains. “It’s not necessarily related to shifters. I mean, Grayden and Helia are fated mates too. It was a bit of a surprise, to be honest.”

“Are they soulmates?” I ask, still trying to wrap my mind around it.

He smiles. “Yes, if you’re referring to the idea of an eternal bond that can never be broken. Soulmates and fated mates are basically the same thing. I guess humans are more familiar with that term.”

“How do I know for sure?” I ask him.

Graham chuckles. “I knew it as soon as our bodies connected. The only thing I’m asking now is not to fight this. Give it a chance. I can’t promise anything except that whatever you decide, I will honor it.

Not every soulmate or fated mate ends up happy, and I wouldn’t ever wish you pain. I understand this is a lot to take in. I’ve had some time to come to terms with it, and even now, it’s hard to wrap my head around it.”

There’s a stirring inside me. Something that ties me to him. I don’t know if it’s what he’s talking about, but a part of me is rooting for his explanation. The implications have my head spinning. This means that Graham and I can be—

“Stop torturing yourself,” he gently chides. “Rest, Cassie. Try to recover, and when you’re feeling well, we’ll talk about it again.”

“It’s not that easy,” I mutter, aware that I may start tearing up soon. The memory of pain grips me tightly. My senses seem heightened with each passing minute.