Elena's POV.
"Elena, give me your hands," he said, his voice firm but gentle.
But I didn't move. I was contemplating asking him if he knew we were mates or not. I was tired of this game, tired of trying to figure him out. "Let him help you up," he said, and I stared at him, confused - what type of man was he? At this point, I was tired of this - did he really want me?
Let's assume that he really knew I was his mate, but standing in front of me, he was not experiencing any sign of happiness.
"Elena, give me your hands," he repeated, but I did not move - I was contemplating asking him if he knew we were mates or not.
I let out a sigh, I placed my hands on his and he helped me up, his hands wrapping around my waist to support me. But then I let out a wince as his hands mistakenly touched
