ROWAN
NOVA GREY.
I finally got to know her full name. And with it, comes a complicated question. What she means to me. What should a heat and rut attraction mean to me? Nothing. f*****g nothing!
I can't say it though. I can't say she means nothing. It feels like a goddamn lie.
But that's crazy. I only met her last night. She shouldn't mean s**t. She shouldn't be more than a fading memory. But why the hell are my nerves twitching in mad fury? Why do I feel the urge to throttle Chester for even saying her name?
"Why don't you answer your questions?" I retort in a pissed tone. "What is she to you?"
"My ex-mate. I rejected her this morning after waking up next to her and realizing she was my fated mate. I think she sneaked into my room in the middle of the night. Such a b***h!"
I go
