Kieran’s words echoed in my mind long after we’d fallen into an uneasy silence. The tension between us was thick, almost palpable, like the calm before a storm. I wanted to believe him when he said we were enough, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t that simple.
I lay beside him in bed, listening to the soft sound of his breathing as he slept. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over his features. Even in sleep, he looked troubled, his brow furrowed as if he were fighting an unseen battle.
I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, my heart aching with the weight of it all. I loved him so much, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were both incomplete. The mate bond was supposed to be this sacred connection, the ultimate expression of love betw
