“W-what did you just say?” Helena stuttered.
“Mine. You are mine.” Phoenix claimed.
Her breathing hitched, as her mind slowly came into a realization. Everything from the start makes sense now, those sparks that she feels whenever they touch, the undeniable pull towards him and the feeling of being home whenever she looks into those beautiful light blue eyes of his and that’s all because she belongs to him. She is his.
But at the same time, it doesn’t make sense to her. There was no one in the whole history of the supernatural world that two people from different species were destined to be each other’s mate. Werewolves have always been with their kind and, if not, their mate is human. She had never heard a witch or a vampire mating with a werewolf. That thought alone made her feel sca
