TALA
Initiation week. The week I dreaded every year.
Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, I used to dream of finding my mate. He would whisk me away to his kingdom, because of course he would be a prince in my childhood fantasy. He would love and cherish me, give me gifts of jewels, I would wear a crown and we would live happily ever after.
Unfortunately, as I grew older that fairytale began to fade. Instead, nightmares of being mated began to override the sweet innocent dreams the older I got. The older I got the more I realized how much my mother hated my father, and the more I realized how f****d up their bond was.
They were true mates, but I always questioned if they actually loved each other at one point or not. And if they did, where did it all go wrong? Oh, that’s rig
