Kelly
“Yes, Your Highness,” I murmured.
“None of that,” he scolded lightly with a small smile. “Just Alaric is fine.”
He studied me quietly for a moment, as if searching for something behind my eyes. I could almost feel his thoughts pressing against my skin.
Then, his voice dropped lower. “Did you feel it too?”
“Feel what?” I asked, frowning slightly.
“The pull,” he said. “Didn’t you feel the mate pull?”
“The… the mate pull?” My heart stumbled. “Then that would mean—”
“Yes,” he said softly. “We’re fated mates.”
For a second, I couldn’t breathe.
The words sank in slowly, their meaning almost impossible to process. Fated mates. The concept was nearly mythical now, a legend more than a reality. It was said that a long time ago, the moon goddess stopped binding souls due to the overw
