Semua Bab Shifter Short Stories: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Sasha's P.O.V.My body is in so much pain that I want to scream, but I don't think I can. Everything is black. Am I dead? No, that can't be right. If I was, I wouldn't be in so much pain. The only thing that doesn't hurt is my right hand. Something warm is holding it and sending little sparks up my arm. Who is that person talking? I can tell it's a man, but I don't know who it is. The voice is deep and soothing; it makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a warm blanket.Where am I? I try to remember what happened. I was walking home from work, and something happened. Oh, no! The two men. They pulled me into the alley and raped me. When I tried to fight them, they knocked me out. I have to tell someone. The man with me, I know he isn't one of them because the voice of one of my attackers was high and nasally, and the other was soft. I don't think they were more than eighteen or nineteen.I need to open my eyes. I need to tell the police what happened and find out who this man is beside me. E

Tatum's P.O.V.I can't believe I have my mate in the car with me going to my apartment. I talked to her the entire time I sat with her in the hospital, hoping she could hear me and would get used to my voice. When she woke up and said I made her feel safe, I almost started crying with happiness. After everything she's been through, my presence comforted her. I'm sure it's because of the mate bond, but I find it encouraging and hope that means she'll accept me.When we pull up to my building she looks out the window with widened eyes. The building is one of the nicest in the city, but just because I'm a billionaire doesn't mean I want the penthouse. I'm just renting a two-bedroom."You live here?" Sasha asks, turning to look at me."Yeah, in one of the smaller apartments," I don't go around flashing my money, and I don't like to waste it on frivolous things. I prefer to help others with the money I make."Mr. Grant." The driver opens my door, and I see Sasha freeze."Tatum Grant? You'r

Sasha's P.O.V.I know I didn't hear them correctly. Did the police say they were arresting Tatum for my rape? I'm still sore and not steady, but I stand up and make my way to the door."What do you mean you're arresting me for her rape? I didn't rape her; I called the police." I can tell Tatum is holding back his rage. When I reach him, I take his hand. The officers look at me in shock."I'm Sasha Andrews, and I can guarantee Tatum did not rape me." The woman with them looks from me to the officers."What the hell is going on? I thought you said she woke up while being put in the ambulance and identified Tatum Grant as her attacker?" she asks them. Tatum puts his arm around me, pulling me slightly so I can lean on him."Uh, we thought that's what she said." One of them answers her."I was there, and she didn't wake up until several hours after being hospitalized. I have been with her since I left the two of you. She's staying with me while she heals." He holds me closer, and I let the

Sasha's P.O.V."Do you want to take a shower?""Yeah." I know they gave me a bed bath at the hospital, but I need to wash myself. I think I'm steady enough now. Tatum goes into the bathroom, and I hear him turn the water on. When he comes out, he goes to his dresser and pulls out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts."I don't have any women's clothes here, so will these do?" He asks. No women's clothes? I'm sure he has a girlfriend."Sure." I think I've lost my voice again. I keep answering him with one-word answers. He puts the clothes in the bathroom and then comes back for me. Tatum lifts me in his arms and carries me into the bathroom. This room, like every room here, is enormous. He puts me on my feet and ensures I'm steady."Are you going to be okay?" He asks while still keeping a hand on my shoulder."Yeah," So one-word answers are still my thing."I'll be right outside. Yell if you need anything." He waits for me to nod and then steps out. I instantly feel cold. I need to make this

Tatum's P.O.V."We're not as opposite as you may think. Money doesn't make a person. You are more to me than just a woman I helped. You're everything to me. I'll explain more a little later, but right now, we need to get up. Someone will be here at noon with some clothes for you. I figured you wouldn't want to go to the police station in my clothes. No matter how much I like seeing you in them." Her face turns a little red under the bruises."You didn't have to do that. I could have gone home and gotten some clothes. I know that where I live is bad, but I have some decent neighbors who watch out for me. I can go home now if you want me to." Apollo needs to stop doing a happy dance in my head before I throw up. We're both thrilled with what she asked. She doesn't want to leave, but will go if I want her to. Is it too soon to tell her I never want her to leave?"I want you to stay here. Do you want to stay here?" I look into her dark brown eyes and wait. She looks like she's trying to d