I love falling asleep and waking up in muscular arms. Oh, this feels so good. Suddenly, reality flashes through my brain and I slowly open up my eyes. I look down to see muscular arms, but they aren’t what I’m used to seeing. For a brief moment, I want to cry again. I wish that I could turn back the clock and keep Ford and Mike by my side forever. However, I quickly realize that it isn’t fair to them. Just because I’ve been cursed to never be able to find my mate, that doesn’t mean they should share in my demise. My heart wishes that they would be here with me, but my brain realizes that they should be with their mates. That is how it should be.
Why can’t I find my mate too?
As Phillip’s nose slowly nuzzles against my ear, he softly asks, in a low and raspy voice, “Baby, are
