Demi
Xander and Everett’s silence finally becomes too much, and I open my mouth. “Look,” I say, hating how insecure I sound, but I have to speak my mind. “I know the three of us aren’t fated mates, but can’t I claim you anyway?” Not as “real” mates, but as mates regardless. I know that wolves call their partner their “mate” regardless of their being a bond or not. It is ALWAYS called a mate. Not a girlfriend. Not a boyfriend. Their partner is their mate.
Xander and Everett exchange a look between each other, and then, to my utter relief, Xander’s lips form a grin while Everett gives me a gentle smile. I’m so glad they don’t look disgusted by the idea of calling me a greedy fool.
“So...” Xander hums. “According to me, the mate bond is such an unnecessary thing. Like, people find out who
