Soraya's POV
"So… is he your boyfriend by any chance?" Carl asked suddenly.
My eyes widened at the question. "Um…" I looked down. It was such a simple question yet somehow, it felt too complicated to answer.
Was Darius my boyfriend?
I mean… we weren't exactly that.
He was a werewolf, and apparently, I'm his mate. And a mate meant something deeper. A bond that was supposed to last a lifetime. So that should mean we were… together, right?
But then again… were we?
I didn't even know how to define it. Every time I thought of him, my heart beat faster, but we'd never had that conversation. The one that started with "what are we?"
Carl chuckled softly, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Back to me, Soraya."
I looked up quickly.
He smiled. "You don't have to tell me.
