Aurelius stood watching his stepmother lead a stiff Thalia away, his eyes following them even as confusion settled in his chest. Rebecca had been acting weird since Thalia came into the picture.
His gaze stayed fixed on Thalia’s back as she walked away.
Thalia.
The name wasn’t anything special, but the fact that it was her name made it enticing somehow. Just thinking about her made his wolf stir with interest, that restless energy pushing at him in ways he didn’t understand ever since he heard her mention the name to Dante.
He wondered if fate was playing games with him, bringing her right when he needed her most.
But it came with a tag, f*****g mate. What a load of bullshit.
If he wanted a woman, he’d want her for who she was, not because of some mystical bond his wolf claimed exist
