It feels like a weight dropped on my chest as I look at him, tears forming in my eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“I know, Celeste,” he tells me and he pulls me to his chest, holding me so close. “I know. I’m not upset with you, I understand. I just needed you to know that.”
I nod against his chest, feeling like the worst mate ever.
“Honestly, it wasn’t for lack of trying,” he says with a chuckle. “My mother was convinced that if both waited for each other, that there was something magical about their bond. She used to run off any shewolf I looked at, making sure that I didn’t have a chance. After she died, I almost slept with a few shewolves, but I could just hear her in my head, telling me to wait.”
“I've ruined that for you,” I say softly into his chest.
“Nothing is ruined,” he tells m
