One Touch, One Truth Novel – Chapter 1 The day I got my wolf, I gained a gift I could never tell anyone about. Whenever I was intimate with my Alpha mate, I could see exactly what he had been doing one hour earlier. For years, those visions had always been about me. I saw him secretly preparing surprises for me. I saw him standing in the pouring rain, waiting in line to buy my favorite milkshake. Or clutching a ring box, nervously practicing his proposal over and over again. We had been in love for seven years, and every glimpse into his past hour had always led back to me. Until three days before our Marking Ceremony. The moment Tristan kissed me, a vision suddenly flashed before my eyes. Inside his dimly lit Alpha’s office, he had Cora, my best friend, pinned against the door. Her voice trembled between soft gasps. “We can’t keep doing this! Felicity is my best friend. She’s your future Luna. I can’t betray her.” Instead of answering, Tristan lowered his head and captured her lips.
His voice was so husky it barely sounded like his own. “I’m marrying her in three days. Let’s just indulge ourselves one last time.” The vision vanished as quickly as it had come. Back in reality, Tristan still held me in his arms. He gently brushed my cheek with his thumb. “Felicity,” he said softly, “we’re getting married soon. Are you happy?” I looked into his loving eyes and smiled faintly. So in the end, there was someone else in his “one hour.” As soon as he finished speaking, Tristan leaned down to kiss me again. His lips landed gently against my cheek, just as they had countless times before. There was even a quiet tenderness in his touch, the kind that came from knowing we were only days away from sealing our mate bond. But my entire body had gone rigid. The next second, another vision struck. Cora’s dress was slightly disheveled, and her lipstick had been smeared.
She leaned against Tristan’s chest, pouting playfully. “Felicity’s so skinny. Do you think she’ll even fill out her wedding dress?” “I went with her to try on the main gown today, and it just looked so empty.” Tristan let out a low chuckle. “She is too skinny. Every time I hold her, it feels like I’m hugging a bag of bones.” Cora immediately frowned, pretending to defend me. “How could you say that? Felicity’s my best friend!” Yet the moment those words left her mouth, she smiled and leaned close to Tristan’s ear. Her voice turned soft and teasing. “What about me? How do I feel?” Tristan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t answer. Instead, the hand resting against her soft curves slowly tightened. That silence hurt far more than any answer ever could. Cora smiled. “Forget it. I’m not going to compete with Felicity. She’s waited seven years for you. Poor thing.” The vision shattered. I was back in Tristan’s arms.
A wave of nausea swept through me, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved him away. Caught completely off guard, Tristan stumbled back half a step. He frowned, “Felicity? What’s wrong?” I pressed a hand against my chest and slowly shook my head. My face had already gone deathly pale. Just then, the electronic lock at the packhouse door beeped. A second later, the door swung open.
Cora walked in wearing a satin slip nightgown that revealed an ample amount of cleavage. She smiled as if nothing were out of the ordinary. “Felicity, my bathroom’s broken. I figured I’d just borrow yours since your packhouse is so close.” I looked at the revealing nightgown she was wearing. For the first time, my expression turned cold. “Cora,” I said evenly, “don’t you think it’s a little inappropriate to come to our house dressed like that?”