Chapter Thirty-Three

Saint’s monologue was a bitter pill for me to swallow, but I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was telling me the truth.

My heart already knew what I needed. It was my brain holding me back, reminding me of the suffering I still endured from Gage’s premature death, but maybe I didn’t have to shoulder my burden alone.

Silas seemed determined to prove his commitment to me, and from what I’d gathered during my discussions with the humans turned shifters yesterday, the waiting period between completing our bond was unusual.

Apparently, shifters were raised to go on their instincts, so it was easy for them to accept their goddess given mates without question, and I’d turned out to be the only human stubborn enough to resist the constant tugging coming from within.

Silas’s self-discipline was undeniable, and I couldn’t fathom how he was able to keep himself in check if the sensations pouring through him were anything like the ones I constantly felt when he was in close proximity