Lyla
Even though I woke up with a smile on my face, my mind kept replaying last night.
My wolf was enjoying her mate as I was falling apart. I watched as they bonded. Knight didn’t shy away from her. They fitted together both in black fur and strength. My wolf let him lead but also stood her ground at the same time.
When they marked each other, it felt like Michael had tied the strongest knot around my heart. If Dr. Owen was right, our true mates would have felt it. To them, the betrayal would feel like being shot with a silver bullet. I could only hope that Dr. Owen was wrong.
If our wolves said we are mates, then we are mates. Our human forms still needed to mark each other to make it official. Until then we were still technically unmated wolves.
I giggled to myself not in an
