Narrator’s POV
The air was eerily silent.
Zaira nervously stared at her mates. She was well aware of how crazy her words sounded and how it might seem to her mates.
Just after hearing that someone else’s mate had died and he was suicidal, the only thing that lingered in her mind was if her mates had such strong emotions when it came to her as well.
The question came out of her mouth before she could even properly process her mate’s reaction to it.
Under her mate’s shocked and confused stares, Zaira reflected on her thoughts and realized that she was a horrible person for thinking in such a direction. But she couldn’t help it. There was some pleasure in knowing that her mates loved her as much as she did them. That they would go crazy if anything happened to her.
Zaira felt like her b
