Cora's POV
Those words. As much as they are everything I want to hear they are also the words that can hurt me.
I sit on his lap shocked. My mouth opens but no words come out so I close it again.
"Cora?" he frowns.
I shake my head at him unable to say anything.
"I know you may not be my mate but I want you as my chosen mate,"
"You hardly know me!" I interrupt.
"That can be changed easily," he smiles.
I wring my hands together in between us, worry etching my face. I don't want to say no to him but I also don't want to say yes.
"Why not wait for your mate?" I ask.
He lets out a deep sigh, leaning back he rests on his elbows.
"I've been waiting for 7 years. I'm 25 now so either my mate is dead or has a chosen mate. You know as well as I do that from 25 the c
