Present:
Geralt
I backed away from the two slowly, before turning and running towards the house. My mind was racing. I could not stand the idea of going into my home and waiting for the inevitable.
If they were truly mates, it would only be a matter of time.
Ryder had always been handsome, had always had women interested in spending time with him until they found their own mates. Many, I am sure, had hoped that their wolf would arrive and with it, a mating bond to him. But never had any of those women been ones that I was interested in.
Those women had never fallen for his antics, his smoothly delivered lines, his dominating and charismatic personality.
‘Maybe she will feel the same as they did?’
‘If they’re mates, then she won’t be able to help it, Fang. And I can’t be here to see
