Synthia’s POV
“Mother…” I breathed out as I watched the beloved face of Olivia Miller, my birth mother. My first instinct was that this must be an illusion, like I had seen Aiden in the Enchanted Forest. Warily, I observed the woman in front of me to gather the feeling of whether she was real or an illusion.
I stared at the woman as she looked at me with a mix of happiness and hope in her beautiful face. The longer I stared at her, I felt more and more confident that I was not hallucinating. I was completely aware of my surroundings, unlike the time in the Enchanted forest when I had lost my bearings and even forgot my purpose. Also, there was a feeling of wrongness while I interacted with Aiden then; the telltale tingles from the mate bond were missing, and even my feelings for him see
