Thorne
Thorne Blythwitch had dreamed about his mate since he was a young boy. It was hard not to when his live had been so miserable as a boy. A mother dead when he was eleven and a father who couldn’t give two shits about him. Flash forward and he was then sixteen, with no parents at all and nowhere to go.
In the times between when he was eleven and when Queen Victoria took him in at sixteen, Thorne thought a lot about his dream life. His mother and father, welcoming him into their arms. A mate by his side, preferably the one he was fated to. It was his dream.
So why had he rejected Zora when she was presented to him?
Why had he cut the bond he’d been begging for his whole life.
He was replaying the moment in his head. The words he’d said. I reject the bond.
“i***t,” he cursed und
