Lucy
Of all the nightmares that could repeat themselves. Why this one?
I didn’t ask for much in this life. Was it reaching of me to ask for a mate who wanted me?
“I do not think I could ever accept another…”
His words in his utterly addictive voice repeated and rang louder with each repetition.
And somehow, this felt worse. He wasn’t unwilling to accept a second chance mate out of pride or out of being an asshole. He was unwilling because of devotion. How could I fault him for something so pure?
‘How do you know he truly meant it?’ Lobelia, weirdly, acted optimistic. ‘You didn’t give him a chance to feel a mate bond again.’
Was my wolf deluded? Was this her way of coping? To create a self-made fantasy?
The thin trees I ran through soon gave way to a craggy clearing. I collapsed aga
