Diara
I felt my chest tighten after his confession. He was my fated mate. A real one, not chosen. Finding a mate is a one-in-a-million chance in this generation, and the bond is the most sacred. It should be valued and cherished. Yet mine was so ruthless.
We were taught, since we were pups, how precious the bond is and that we should seek it out and hold on to it if we find it. I felt queasy and angry at how he was willing to throw it away, refusing to give it a chance while using me as a breeder.
What had I done to the Moon Goddess to deserve all this pain and heartbreak? First, it was Matt; now, Kennis. It wasn’t fair.
“It’s not fair!” I screamed, holding my knees.
After three days of bed rest, I decided to take a walk from the castle to the packhouse alone. I felt so suffocated
