Trusted bond, p.1
Trusted Bond, page 1
Trusted Bond
By Mary Calmes
Sequel to Change of Heart
Jin Rayne is having trouble adjusting to the new life he’s supposed to love. Instead of adapting to being the mate of tribe leader Logan Church, Jin can’t get past the fact that his lover was straight before they met. He’s discovered the joy in belonging to Logan but fears his new life could disappear at a moment’s notice, despite Logan’s insistence that they are forever, end of story.
Jin wants to trust Logan, but that desire will be put to the test both by a rival tribe leader and by a startling revelation about Jin’s existence. At stake is Jin’s life and his place in the tribe. If he’s going to survive to see Logan again, he’ll have to release his fear and freely accept the bond, for only then can he truly trust.
Table of Contents
Blurb
Dedication
Glossary
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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For Dad.
Everyone should have one like him.
Glossary
Aset – The appointed mate of a semel in the event of the death of their reah. An aset can only be chosen, made, by a reah.
Beset – Companion of a reah
Khatyu – The soldiers of a semel
Maahes – Prince of a tribe, the emissary of the semel
Maat – Balance, harmony, correct action
Phocal – Leader of the Shu cats, an elite group of werepanthers that serve the Priest of Chae Rophon
Reah – True mate of a semel
Semel – Tribe leader
Semel-aten – Tribe leader of the werepanther capital city of Sobek
Semel-re – Tribe leader blessed with a true-mate, a leader who has found his reah
Sheseran – Mate of a sheseru
Sheseru (Flail) – Enforcer of the tribe, guardian of the mate of the semel
Sylvan (Crook) – Teacher of the tribe, counselor to the semel
Taurth – A yareah who has been cast aside because a semel found his true-mate.
Wosret – An unmated reah claimed by the semel-aten as a concubine.
Yareah – The mate of a semel that is chosen, not their true-mate
Chapter One
EVERYBODY HAS a favorite season. Mine is summer. Certainly our love affair first began when I was a child and three months of vacation with nothing to do but get into trouble was irresistible. But as I grew, I realized that during those long hot days of June, July, and August, there were no expectations of me. There was always time, when summer was over, to get my life in order, prepare for school, the new year, whatever was to come. In summer anything was possible. Lifting my head, I stopped a minute from crossing the parking lot to savor the warm night breeze as it danced over my skin. The town where I lived, Incline Village, north of Lake Tahoe, was never too hot and just one of the many reasons I loved my home.
Six months ago, I would have never thought that I would be calling any place home ever again, but that was before I met Logan Church. In such a short time I had gone from being an outcast to being the mate of a semel, or tribe leader, and being part of a tribe again. I was born both a werepanther and a reah. Had I also been born a woman, then my life would have made sense, but as it was, my road had been a rocky one. Reahs only mated with semels, and as semels were only ever male, the only mate I could conceivably have would be a man. While what I was had always made sense to me, as men, not women, had always been what mesmerized me, the tribe I grew up with, as well as my family, had quickly decided that I was an abomination. Having been cast out at sixteen, it had been me and my best friend Crane alone without a place to call home until I had met Logan Church, my mate. Now, as a recognized reah, my life was no longer simply me and my best friend Crane, but instead about my mate and his family and my new tribe. I was still reeling, still overwhelmed, buried under a landslide of obligations and protocol and demands on my time. It was daunting and had become even more so in the past week. I had no idea how I was even going to begin to explain events to my mate. I let the scent of wildflowers, the faint trace of the lake, and the charcoal burning close by distract me from my thoughts. The smells drifted around me as I resumed my walk. Lazy days of summer were aptly named; I wanted to lounge in a hammock somewhere and forget all about the events of the past week. I waved when my name was called by different members of my team yelling goodnight. It was nice that they had all missed just seeing my face. Managing a restaurant was hard work, but what made it worth it was the people, and mine were some of the best. When my phone rang, I debated whether or not to answer it, seeing that the call was from home, but went ahead anyway. “Hello?”
“Jin.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I stopped walking, frozen there beside my Jeep, just the sound of the man’s voice sending a wall of heat through me.
“Jin?”
“Logan… you’re home.” I exhaled, my voice quavering. “When did you get home?”
“You don’t sound pleased.”
I was and wasn’t all at the same time. “No, I’m glad. I’m just surprised; I thought you said it would be ten days, but it’s only been seven.”
“I can’t come home early?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“So you’re glad I’m home.” He sounded uncertain. “Of course I am,” I said quickly, “but when did you––”
“Just a few minutes ago. Mikhail and I, we….” He was distracted; something he was looking at was drawing his attention. “Where are you?”
What to say?
“And where is everyone? The house is empty. Mikhail and I get home and there’s nobody around? How is that even possible?”
With twelve people living in one place, eleven now that Simone had officially moved out to get married—mated—the expectation was that at least one person would have been there when the man got home from his weeklong trip to New York. That there had been no one there to greet him had to have been weird.
“I want to see you.”
There was the underlying command in his voice, but he had not phrased it as an order, which, thankfully, allowed me to ignore it. I was relieved, because there was no way I could see him in the state I was in. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that I can be home in a couple of days, but––”
“A couple of days?”
“Yeah. You said you were gonna be gone, so I wanted to make sure I was too, and now I’m locked into plans I can’t get out of.”
“Why would you want to leave home? You love being at home.”
And he was right—I did. Having been homeless for so long, outside of work, it was where I could normally be found. “Jin, what’s going on?”
“With what?” I asked lightly.
“What plans do you have that you can’t change?”
“Logan––”
“Who are you with?”
I cleared my throat. “No one.”
His silence was long, like he was thinking. “Jin.” I had planned to think up my story that evening; I wasn’t prepared yet. I was toying with telling him that I had to go to Vegas for my boss or something along those lines. The idea of lying to my mate hurt to consider, but the alternative, the truth, was no better. “Jin?”
“I’m here.” “What the hell is going on? Where is everybody, and why the hell don’t you want to see me? I’ve been gone for an entire week; didn’t you miss me at all?”
I had missed him way too much, which had basically been the cause of the entire problem, from what Abbot had said.
“Jin… love.” His voice softened, husky with feeling. “Why don’t you want to see me?”
“I do… I so do,” I hedged. What was I supposed to say? “I just don’t want you to see me until I look good.” Which was basically the truth, just not the whole truth. “You always look good.”
It was nice that he thought so, but I didn’t always look good, and now, even worse, I was battered and bruised and still healing. As I was a werepanther, I strengthened after being hurt much faster than an average person, but there had been a lot of blood and cuts, and I still looked pretty bad. I had told everyone at work that I was in a car accident, and when I had showed up at the restaurant just to post the schedule and pass out paychecks, they were not sure I should have been out of bed. Had I told them the truth, that I was breaking up a fight between two werepanthers, they would have looked at me like I was crazy. “Are you at work?”
“I’m actually just leaving,” I said, because I was, in fact, going to be driving away from the restaurant where I worked in the next few seconds. “I’m going to my friend Eddie’s to––”
“Jin.” He cut me off. “I––what is going on?”
I was silent, because the conversation
Crap. “I thought I had more time.”
“More time for what?”
I couldn’t say that I was trying to save a man’s life. “Jin?”
I let out a deep breath. “You’re gonna be really pissed.”
“I’m already pissed,” he snapped at me, “because you’re not talking to me and you’re trying to hide things from me. I’ll ask again––what the hell is going on?”
“See… it’s not Abbot’s fault.”
“What?”
“I mean it is but––”
“I don’t––Abbot George? The sheseru Yuri’s training from Kellen’s tribe?”
On the request of Kellen Grant, another semel, the leader of a werepanther tribe, Logan had agreed to have his sheseru, his enforcer, Yuri Kosa, mold another. Kellen’s sheseru had been killed during a menthuel, or honor challenge, and so his brother, the next in line, became the new tribe enforcer. Abbot George had been with us a month when Logan left to attend Simone’s mating ceremony in New York. “Jin?”
“Sorry, what?”
“Focus.”
I was trying to, but it was just hard. I was too worried about what was about to happen, and the man’s voice was doing things to my stomach. Fluttery, rolling, twisting things that were not altogether bad. I had missed him like crazy. “Jin!”
I moaned because he’d yelled and reminded me that he was the dominant in our relationship. He was the semel, leader, and I was his mate. The ache of need pooled in my groin. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”
His voice was deep and growly, and my thoughts roamed to the last time I had been in bed with him. He had wanted to tie me down, and I had let him. The bindings had been his silk dress ties, but they had held me because we both allowed them to, both of us wanting the fantasy. “Jin?”
“Missed you,” I whispered.
“Me too.” He told me gruffly, his voice deep and low. “Honey, what’s going on?”
Lost in the sound of his voice, my body’s yearning for him, the craving I felt down deep, I almost tipped my hand. I cleared my throat, pulled myself together. “Logan, I––”
“You’re talking about Abbot George, right? The guy Yuri is training?”
Was training.
“Jin?”
“Yeah,” I said solemnly.
There was a pause as understanding hit him. “What did he do?” “It was a mistake.”
“What was?”
“Just keep in mind that it was a mistake.”
“Jin, so help me if you––”
“I’m fine.”
“Why wouldn’t you be fine?” His voice hardened. “What are you try––”
“It was a mistake.”
“You said that already. What the hell happened? Just tell me.”
I winced because I heard how icy his tone was. “Okay, so I guess because I was missing you and because I’m your reah and––”
“Christ, this is like pulling teeth! Just tell me what the fuck happened!”
He wasn’t mad at me, and I knew that, but still, he was irritated. “The pheromones,” I sighed. “I didn’t even realize I was… but Abbot said it was like I was in heat.”
“Abbot said.” His voice dropped low, going deadly still.
I made a noise in the back of my throat. There was a shuffling noise, muffled, and then, “Jin.”
Mikhail’s calm voice washed relief all over me. Him, I could talk to. The sylvan of our tribe, the teacher, the counselor, he was a constant source of sound reason and strength. Confessing to Mikhail was something everyone did, and I was no exception. “Hi.” I smiled widely, the deep sigh coming up out of me. “How was your trip?”
There was a deep male grunt. “I will tell you all about New York when I see you, but first I need to know what went on here. My semel demands it, and so do I. Why are you not in your home, my reah, and where is your sheseru?”
I thought a minute about what to say. “Just tell me.”
But it had all happened so fast. One minute I was in the kitchen making spaghetti, and the next I had turned to find Abbot George, the sheseru in training, the panther from Kellen Grant’s tribe of Selket, standing in front of me. As the reah of my tribe, the mate of the leader, he should not have been allowed to be alone with me, but in my own home, my rules were lax. If you were in my house, I trusted you.
“Hey.” I smiled at him. “How’s the training going with Yuri? You think you still wanna be a sheseru, or you gonna give up?”
His eyes narrowed as he closed in on me. “My semel, Kellen Grant, he took for his mate a yareah, a woman he picked himself, not a reah that was destined for him from birth. He does not have a true-mate. He doesn’t have a reah.” “Sure,” I agreed, tipping my head back at the stove. “The spaghetti’s not as good as Logan’s mom makes, but it’s okay. You want some?”
He didn’t answer, instead moving in closer, pressing me back, crowding up against me.
“Abbot?”
“A true sheseru is meant to be the enforcer of the semel and the protector of a reah, is he not?”
“A sheseru does as his semel demands,” I clarified for him. “Could you maybe step––”
“I read the law. A sheseru is a reah’s champion.”
“If the tribe has a reah,” I corrected him. “If there is no reah, then––”
“A sheseru is lost without a reah.”
“No, they just guard the yareah instead….” I couldn’t concentrate; I was wary and on edge. “Could you maybe… could you step back just a little,” I suggested, certain that he had no idea how uncomfortable he was making me. “A sheseru is meant to be the protector of a reah,” he said flatly, encroaching further.
“Stop,” I said gently but firmly. “I thought it was the same,” he said, his voice dropping low, his fingertips grazing the side of my neck. “Reah or yareah… I had no idea there was any difference until I came here.”
“Abbot.” I said his name as two men I had never seen in my life walked into the kitchen. “What are you––”
“It’s not the same. A reah is… a miracle, and after being here, with you, a true reah, I see and feel the difference. I must remain here, at your side; Logan must accept me and banish Yuri.”
He was out of his mind, and before his hand could close around my throat, I stepped back the final amount of room I had, bumping into the counter behind me. “Yuri is Logan’s sheseru and will be for as long––”
“Since Logan’s been gone, it’s like you’re in heat,” he whispered, and I saw how huge his pupils were, marked the shudder that ran through him. I wondered vaguely where Yuri was. “I think a sheseru cares for their reah in all ways when the semel is gone.”
There was almost no white at all, just big, dilated eyes swallowing me. It was creepy, almost scary, and what the hell did the all ways comment mean?
“I think you need me…. Your body cries out for mine.”
Who talked like that? “You should go watch some TV in the living room,” I suggested softly, watching him, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as I glanced at the other two men. “And take your friends with you, unless they want something to eat first.” I was working hard to keep my tone neutral, calm, and upbeat. “I have never wanted a man before,” he confessed, his voice dropping low. “But neither have I ever seen a man who looked like you, Jin Rayne.”
I went cold. And not because I was scared. I was furious. How dare he treat Logan this way? How dare he violate the sanctity of his home? I was the mate of the semel, completely untouchable, and now this man thought to claim me? My mate was the strongest male panther I had ever come across, and this man thought he could usurp him? Take me? He presumed to think I needed anything more than my mate? It was obscene.
“Get out of my house,” I ordered, my voice cold, hard. “Reah.” He cut me off before he lunged at me, knocking the plate from my hands as he grabbed my face and yanked me forward. His mouth was on mine, his tongue forced between my lips as he bent me backward over the counter. I pushed and fought, but he was so much bigger and stronger than me, his hands everywhere as I managed to dislodge his mouth from mine. “Stop,” I rasped out, trying so hard not to yell, terrified for him, for the transgression he was committing. I had gone from anger to fear for his life in seconds. I could have shifted and gotten away easily, but if anyone saw me they would wonder why I needed to be in my panther form in my own home. What would prompt me to shift into my animal? Why would I need to fight? And as soon as the question arose, my sheseru, Yuri Kosa, would kill them. So I didn’t want anyone else to see us or hear us. But the second the others put their hands on me, though, I forgot about their safety.
