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154. Morning Turmoil-II
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2025-05-28 22:29:48|| Lilac’s POV ||
“I… I’m done,” I said, standing up abruptly. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t pretend everything was okay.
Mom followed me upstairs, her footsteps soft but determined. She knocked on my door before stepping inside, her expression filled with concern.
“Lilac, sweetpea,” she said, her voice gentle. “What’s wrong?”
I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands trembling. “I don’t know. It’s just… too much to take.”
Mom sat beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder. “I know it’s overwhelming, but you can’t shut him out. He’s your mate—a blessing from the Goddess.”
“I know,” I replied, my voice filled with frustration.
“You know, but you’re not understanding, Lilac,” Mom said, her tone firm but kind. “Only a few can find their fated mates—the other half of their soul. If you reject your fated one, your wolf will suffer. She’ll never feel whole. No matter how much you love someone else, everything will fade away before this bond.
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