Chiara’s POV
The call from my twins pulled me back to reality.
Luca's small voice still echoed in my ears, washing away every lingering feeling from what had just happened. My heart, which had been racing for one reason, now raced for another.
I needed to go home.
Whatever was happening here with Lorenzo did not matter. Nothing mattered more than my children.
My fingers tightened around my phone, and then the truth hit me so hard I almost lost my balance.
Lorenzo was my mate.
My wolf had confirmed it. The strong pull. The way my body reacted to him without permission. The ache that never truly disappeared.
It was the mate bond.
Fate had played a cruel game with me.
For six years I had told myself I was strong. I had built a new life in Rome. I had raised my twins alone. I had con
