He finally pulled back and stared into my eyes. “Yes, Amelia, you are my mate.” He told me, and I gulped harshly.
My brain couldn’t wrap around his words of truth, unable to comprehend the fact that I was his mate, bound to him for life, by some goddess. I stood there, mouth agape, as I tried to think of what to say. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide this from me? And how am I your mate if I am not one of your kind?” I fired off question, after question, needing answers.
He took a step back and rubbed the nape of his neck. “I didn’t tell you, for your safety, and I don’t know, there have been werewolves that were mated to humans before, but never one of Alpha bloodline.” He told me.
I raised a brow. “My safety? What the f**k does that mean?” I asked him, bewildered.
He sighed.
