Malcolm
“What does Mika mean when she says she isn't our mate?” I couldn't help but ask; confusion etched across my face. Max, Mark, Mathew, and I all shared a unique bond—something visceral that was impossible to ignore.
We could unmistakably feel the magnetic pull towards her, almost like an invisible thread connected us. Her sweet aroma lingered in the air, intoxicating and inviting, wrapping around us like a warm blanket.
The touching of her skin, a rush of warmth and tingling sensations coursed through our bodies, igniting something deep within. It felt like coming home after a long journey, a familiar connection that defied explanation.
Yet, despite all these signs, Mika's words hung heavy in the air. Maybe her declaration stemmed from a glimpse of Mark’s reaction. His expres
