Excitements rushed through my veins and all of sudden I started to sobbing, my whole body shook so badly and now he was staring at me like a lost dear.
If only I wasn't crying then I would laugh, I tried wiping away those tears with the back of my hand though its so hard as more tears came rushing down my cheeks.
When he first rejected me, I thought. I can move on and live my life without a mate no matter how hard and painful it is. And the way he was treating me made me feel like there was no way of retrieving what I had lost.
Once growing up I had always dreamed of meeting my mate and that feeling of being loved that a mate could offer made me excited, while growing up I would sometimes sneak out to see if I could meet him but when trouble came he also came.
It wasn't like
