Lorenzo’s POV
I stood there, stunned, long after Chiara’s figure disappeared, her words still echoing in my head.
“Do you still want to find your fated mate?”
I had not been ready for the sharp edge of that question or the way her voice almost cracked when she said it, like she was holding something back, something she refused to let me see.
My thoughts tangled together, refusing to settle. Chiara had never shown any sign of being my mate. She never had a wolf. Years ago when I searched for my destined Luna, nothing about her had triggered that primal spark.
My wolf shifted restlessly inside me, more agitated than he had been in years.
“She cannot be our mate,” I muttered inwardly, though the denial sounded weak even to my own ears.
But the pull was there. Strong. Unmistakable. It c
