Sofia Rhys.
Ares Rowan King is my mate. What in the sick cruel fate is this?
If this was so, say eight years ago, I would’ve been elated, over the moon even but I wasn’t, at least, not in the moment. For a second, I wondered whether Kayla is playing some sick joke on me but her excited prancing and all showed it’s all true, that she is saying the truth.
Ares is by some chance, my mate. The one made for me.
I don’t understand how though, how is this even possible? He has a mate…well, had. And it’s been a while since we met again, why am I just finding out now? Even if Kayla had been dormant, I should’ve felt something at least, right?
Does he know? Or is fate only playing cruelly to me?
My head and heart were a jumbled mess that I have no strength to endure, I refuse to endure nor ack
