I thought we were mates.
I thought we were matesSophie stayed in the back yard after Ephraim stormed off, the truth of his words ringing through her, bone-deep.
“f**k!” she said, pressing her knuckles against her teeth.
This could not be happening. She couldn’t have a mate, not right now… not him. Six months ago, she’d been actively searching for her life partner, daydreaming about mated life and wedding bells. She wanted a huge human-style wedding, in addition to a Wiccan ceremony and whatever her mate’s traditions might be.
himAnd Ephraim couldn’t be more her type, his big finely-honed frame, straight dark hair, and bright yellow-green eyes lighting up every nerve ending in her entire body. Hell, six months ago Sophie would have walked right up to him and asked him to take her straig
