I wait for Adrian to say it. To put the word, the explanation, for this pull that exists between us. To help me understand why I can’t stay away from him.
He takes a breath, as though waiting for me to process what he is saying. I want to scream for him to just say it already. To tell me what I am to him.
“I believe you are Julian’s mate.”
The words hit me like a hammer and my heart sinks, plunging into my stomach. A million questions come to mind, but only one stands out from the rest as important. How? How can I be Julian’s mate when I feel drawn so much to Adrian.
“How?” The word slips out though I have no intention of expanding on the question.
“It’s rare.” Adrian says again, “But Julian believes you are. There is an instinctual knowing, usually more so on the male’s part, w
