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Mind Scrambler

Years ago, empath Elijah Long made a bad decision, and he is still paying for it. He’s kept hidden from his abusive werewolf ex for years, but when he wakes in a dark room, cuffed to a wall, he knows he’s out of luck. Elora, his psychic sister, will come for him, he just has to endure long enough to give her a chance to find him.<br><br>Captain Kol Jaecar of Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department detests slow times at work, so when Elora wants time off to search for her brother, Kol treats it as if it’s a real case and starts an investigation. What he assumed was a brother not picking up when his sister called turns out to be something else.<br><br>Elijah experiences people’s emotions so strongly, it prohibits him from living a normal life. Spending time in the city is out of the question, yet it’s where Elora takes him once she finds him. Elijah does his best to keep his distance, especially from the growling man Elora brought to his rescue. Elijah will never make the mistake of getting close to a shifter again.<br><br>The moment Kol smells Elijah, he knows he’s his mate, but how to get close to someone who doesn’t want to be near you? The man who abused Elijah is still on the loose, and Kol calls in the entire team to hunt him down. But how are they to keep Elijah safe when he can’t be around people? And how will Kol stay sane if he can’t touch his mate?

Ofelia Gr?nd · LGBT+
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63 Chs

Chapter 29

Eli nodded, transfixed by the way Jaecar moved. His motions were precise, powerful, and silent. Eli couldn’t hear his footsteps despite watching him take them.

“Okay, I’ll get you settled, and then I’ll take a stroll through the area.”

Hope built in his chest. He’d get some alone time?

Jaecar smiled at him and shook his head. “You can sit on the sofa, watch some TV, and relax. I’ll keep my distance.”

Eli winced. He hadn’t meant to drive Jaecar away from his home. It was…He needed some space, some time to recharge.

Jaecar opened the front door and ushered him through a small hallway. Everything was neat and tidy, the colors warm and soothing. The kitchen wasn’t big, but Eli liked it, and the living room had a dark brown corner sofa, a rectangular coffee table, and an entire wall made up of bookshelves filled with books.

“You like to read.” He hadn’t meant to sound surprised.

“I do.”