Tagging Her Lynx (Alaska Lynx Clan) Read Online Free

There is a
difference." He grinned. "You're a submissive to my alpha status. You
don't have control over shifting or the capabilities to protect yourself yet. I
can help you with that."
    "Can
you stop it?" She squeezed his hand. "I don't want to shift."
    Granger
shook his head. "No. You're a shifter of the Lynx." He cocked his
head to the side. "Do you remember how or when you changed?" He
caressed the side of her face with his knuckles. "Seldom do we find one of
our own living alone." He brushed a wayward strand of hair from her face. "All
this time, and I had no idea my mate lived so close by."
    She
swallowed and nodded. "For many years I've wondered and worried over how I'm
different. The one thing I keep going back to is the bite I suffered from an
injured lynx when I was eleven years old." She caught her lower lip
between her teeth and tilted her head back to gaze up at Granger. "That
doesn't make sense, though. People don't turn into an animal because of a bite.
Think of how many dog shifters the world would have if it happened that way."
    "You're
right. A bite must come from a shifter. A regular animal doesn't have the
ability to infect." He swept the hair back off her forehead. "It's
possible that the lynx that bit you came from the Lynx family."
    Her
brows came down. "But, I didn't shift until after I turned thirteen years
old. That was two years after I got bit."
    Granger
smiled. "Tell me, did you start your period around the same time?"
    Chloe's
eyes widened, and she sat up even straighter. "Yes."
    "People
who are not born shifters don't get their full power to change until they go
through puberty." He chuckled. "The need to go into heat plays havoc
with someone young and inexperienced. I imagine it took you by surprise each
time you shifted, yes?"
    She
nodded. "That means the lynx at the refuge wasn't a true animal."
    "Yes."
He let her get off the couch, but his gaze followed her across the room. "I
believe that is what happened to you. Although, I thought I knew every lynx
shifter in the area." He shrugged. "So many years ago… The person who
infected you is probably long gone."
    Chloe
paced the living room floor. Pausing at the fireplace mantel, she straightened
the picture frames lining the rock shelf. A sense of understanding came with
someone else giving her the answers she sought all this time. She was a freak
of nature, but at least she understood that it happened to others too.
    She
ran her finger along the wooden picture frame of her father smiling for the
camera. His hair hung down to his shoulders, and his eyes lit up his face. She'd
teased him to get the shot of him holding a newborn bear cuddled to his chest.
He'd carried the animal around for weeks, waiting for it to gain enough
strength to go without food for more than a few hours at a time.
    "What're
you thinking?"
    Chloe
glanced over her shoulder. "I thought you could read my thoughts."
    "No."
The corners of his mouth lifted. "I can hear your thoughts toward me, but you're
deep in thought and far away at the moment. What is it that makes you appear so
sad?"
    She
turned back to gaze at the picture again. "My father. He is…was the only
person I had in my life. My mother passed away soon after I was born."
    "He'll
always be a part of you, Aningan."
    "What
does that mean? Aningan? You call me that, but I've never heard that word
before." She turned and crossed her arms.
    "It's
a term of endearment. The Inuit part of my ancestry has a myth about the moon
god. She is beautiful, caring, and soothes even the restless soul." He
rose from the couch and approached Chloe. "To me, you're Aningan. You
bring peace and tranquility to my life."
    "You
don't know me." She uncrossed her arms and shook her head.
    He
picked up her hand, placed it over his heart, and then positioned his hand over
her heart. "We're life mates, Chloe. Feel how our hearts beat together.
Tell me you feel the connection running through our veins. Can you deny what
you feel beneath your