Melody rushed up to her room, her heart pounding in her chest. The moment she shut the door behind her, she sank against it, trying to catch her breath. Her thoughts were spinning in every direction, none of them making sense. Is Andrew mad at me? Did I say something wrong? Why does this feel so confusing? The mate bond was supposed to feel right, wasn’t it? Everything about it was supposed to be instinctive, simple. But instead, she was caught in a whirlwind of admiration, fear, and doubt.
She paced the room, each step another loop in her spiraling thoughts. I want to serve him. I should want to serve him - I’ve been raised to serve him, but then when I try, it feels wrong. Why is it wrong? She had been raised with the belief that submission was natural for a woman, especially a mate, es
