Mishele P O V
The moment of truth.
As Nichol walked into the training grounds in her usual form-fitting training clothes, I couldn’t help but take in just how well-developed she was.
She had the kind of body that wolves admired—strong, curvy, and undeniably attractive. Compared to her, my chest was flat, and my body lacked the same commanding presence. And yet, Kody only had eyes for me.
Because of this mate bond thing.
I wished, more than anything, that he didn’t have it. That the mate bond wasn’t forcing him to be tied to me.
Because deep down, I was convinced that if Kody hadn’t been fated to me, he would have been with Nichol. She looked like me, only better. A more ideal version of me in every way.
It was hard to stay positive when I knew there was someone out there who was bet
