Ivy and I stood side by side in the kitchen, the smell of garlic and herbs wafting through the air as we prepared lunch. The simple rhythm of chopping vegetables and stirring sauces should’ve been soothing, but Ivy’s ever-curious nature had my mind racing.
“So…” Ivy’s voice was filled with intrigue, and I knew what was coming before she even asked. “What’s it like? Being mated, I mean. You can feel Ryder through the bond, right?”
I paused, my knife stilling for a moment as I considered her question. How could I put into words the depth of the connection? “It’s… overwhelming,” I admitted, my voice soft. “It’s like I can feel him everywhere, even when he’s not right next to me. There’s this constant awareness of him, like a presence in my mind.”
Ivy’s eyes widened in excitement. “That’s i
