PAMELA
I watched Nicholas leave with a dejected sigh.
Each time I tried to bring up the topic of a mate, he shut it down quickly. In the beginning, I was able to get at least ten minutes of conversation, but now, I was lucky if he even listened to me for up to a minute.
I knew about his mate. He told me the minute he found her in a moment of hurt and desperation. He told me that she didn’t want anything to do with him. I’d never seen him look so heartbroken and dejected before.
He got drunk that night, and after, he never spoke about her again. I tried to pry, I wanted to know who the girl was, maybe I could speak to her, but he never gave me any hints. He deliberately kept the details vague.
I could have done my own snooping, but I couldn’t risk it. I’d need to put myself out there a
