Asher
Once Mum and Ava left the room, I sat there in silence.
For the first time since I’d discovered Cleo was my mate, I allowed myself to really think about everything they’d said.
Ava was angry with me.
I could handle that.
She wouldn’t stay angry forever. She never did. Eventually, I’d say the right thing, annoy her into laughing, or bribe her with something she liked, and we’d be fine again.
Mum was different.
Her words had lodged themselves inside my head.
The Moon Goddess only gives second chances to those who have been wronged.
If she was right, rejecting Cleo wouldn’t simply mean losing a mate.
It could mean losing something far more important.
My blessing.
My future.
My bloodline.
If I rejected the mate the Moon Goddess had chosen for me, would my future children ca
