"Be my mate," Samuel suggests.
His words get me off guard. I am not sure the kind of reaction my wolf shows, but I'm pretty sure it is one of sheer surprise.
Me mate with Samuel? This is just insane. We don't even like each other. Well...I guess he probably likes me due to his excessive flirting at the diner last week but I have never really thought of him that way. I just lost a mate.
My mood gets foul. Oh yeah, because of remembering my mate, my former mate.
I have temporarily forgotten about him. The hollow feeling inside my chest has started to make its appearance again.
Samuel watches me very closely, cautiously. When my eyes begin to water again, he tenses. He slowly takes a few steps toward me and places his hands on my shoulders and gently, soothingly, rubs them.
Had my wolf
