I ran around a corner and bumped into someone causing me to fall back. “s**t, Ayla, are you ok?” Mateo asked, rushing towards me. “Mila, she’s over here!” He yelled over his shoulder.
“S- sorry,” I gasped.
“No, don’t be sorry. It’s ok.” He comforted. He wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me up. “Oh, Ayla!” Mila blubbered, throwing her arms around me.
As soon as my head rested on her shoulder, the tears spilt out. “Shush, it’s ok.” She cooed, stroking my hair.
“I-I met h-her,” I stuttered, “she’s... stunning.” I choked.
She pushed me back and shook her head, “Don’t do that. Don’t belittle yourself.” She scolded.
“She called herself his mate,” I cried.
She tugged me back against her again and sighed. “She knows she’s not. That’s why she’s going around telling everyone she is.”
