What the fuck?! Lyssira was screaming now, clawing at my consciousness like she was trying to rip her way out of my skin. My pulse skyrocketed. My ears rang. And my whole damn soul felt like it was getting vacuum sealed and hurled through the cosmos.
I whipped my head around, scanning the room with wild eyes, searching for whoever just broke the damn laws of physics by existing.
And then…He appeared. Like a scene from a slow motion rom com sponsored by the Moon Goddess herself, a tall, golden haired man came running out of the back room like someone had just hit him with the exact same soul snatching lightning bolt.
He skidded to a stop in the doorway, his chest rising and falling in sharp breaths, his eyes wide, bluer than the damn sky, framed by lashes that were a federal offense. His shirt clung to his lean, muscular torso like it wanted to be ripped off. His aura was pure magic, so thick it made the air crackle, and his scent…
Oh my god his scent. Fresh rain. Crushed pine. A hint of something old and powerful and warm like lightning in a bottle. Our eyes met. And everything stopped. The room disappeared. My mates vanished. The coffee shop faded to
black.
All that remained was the thunder in my chest and the way his breath hitched as he took a single step forward. He
whispered something under his breath in a language I didn’t know, but Lyssira did.
“Mine.”
I blinked, my lips parting, my heart stuttering in my chest. Because even though I had two bonded mates already… that man? That fucking Abercrombie looking spell caster? He was mine, too.
The park near the coffee shop, Inverness about ten minutes later….
My heart was fucking pounding.
I don’t even know how we got to the park, honestly. One second I was frozen in that cozy ass café like a deer in headlights, and the next, my feet were moving without permission, dragging me out the damn door like I didn’t have two alphas already sniffing around my soul.
The second we stepped into the green space, he followed like he was tethered to my goddamn heartbeat.
And when I finally turned to face him under the canopy of an old Highland trees, everything just… stopped. The wind died. The world hushed. Even Daxon and Ash stood still, tense but silent, like the entire realm was holding its breath.
He was tall, with broad shoulders, a cocky tilt to his full lips, and a jawline that looked carved from the goddamn
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They didn’t just glow. They blazed. Like ancient skyfire. Like the kind of eyes that saw through centuries and didn’t give a fuck if you bled for them.
“Mo ghrá,” he breathed, his voice like velvet whiskey over gravel, thick with a Scottish burr that made my stomach flip. “I fuckin‘ knew it. I felt ye across the fuckin‘ veil, lass.”
Ashrian’s brow twitched. “The veil?”
The mage didn’t even blink at the vampire’s tone. He was focused entirely on me.
“Name’s Lachlan,” he said, stepping forward like he belonged beside me. “Lachlan MacCrae. Born of the old covens of Alba. Element wielder, truth binder.. and apparently,” his lips quirked, “the lucky bastard fate finally decided ta stop teasin‘.”
“I… I’m Elowen,” I said, because what the hell else could I say?
He took my hand without asking. My entire body lit the fuck up like someone dropped a match on a fireworks
factory. Lyssira roared in my mind, howling like she’d finally found the last piece of our puzzle.
“Yer pulse sings like it’s made o‘ stars,” he whispered. “And yer scent… gods above, I’ve walked through storms softer
than this need.”
Daxon cleared his throat. Ashrian didn’t even try to hide his eye roll.
“You gonna keep fondling her hand like a schoolboy,” Ash drawled, “or are you gonna explain what the fuck you
are?”
“Boys,” I said, lifting one finger, “let the man talk before I throw hands.”
Lachlan chuckled, his blue eyes still locked on me, “I’m an elemental,” he said finally. “But nae just one. I wield earth, water, fire, and air. That ain’t common. It’s fuckin‘ near extinct.”
Daxon blinked. “You’re a quad binder?”
Lachlan nodded. “Aye. My mother said I was born durin‘ a solar eclipse and the last thunder moon. Some prophecy shit, if ye believe in that kinda thing.”
I snorted. “I’m a walking prophecy, babe. Welcome to the fuckin‘ club.”
Ash’s voice was dry. “So now we have a werewolf, a vampire, and an elemental. What’s next, a phoenix and a fucking
centaur?”
Lachlan smirked. “If they smell as good as she does, I’ll help ye recruit ‘em.”
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Taya snorted behind us, whispering something to Rylen that made them both cackle. Jace just muttered something about not having enough coffee for this level of soulmate chaos.
But I didn’t care. Because Lachlan MacCrae had stepped into my universe like he’d always been meant to. And when I looked into his eyes, I knew this wasn’t just fate. It was war magic. It was soul bonding. It was mine.
“Alright, Highlander,” I said, stepping into him like I had every right.
“Let’s see what kind of storm we make together.”
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