I Really Wanted To be Kissed

I slowly put dinner together, while keeping an eye on Austin's door. It was still closed and I hadn't heard him move, not even once. I finally turned my back on it, convinced he would wake when he wanted to, and focused on cooking instead. We both skipped lunch, but I knew he wasn't in the mood to eat then.

Neither was I. The whole thing about Eric and Catherine bothered me. How was she so flippant with the mate bond? It is, afterall, the strongest bond known to mates and werewolves. How could she have rejected him, cheated on him and gotten pregnant for someone else all while knowing he was her mate? It didn't make too much sense to me.

Or maybe I just couldn't relate to whatever she had felt because I wouldn't be able to do it to Austin. With the way I felt for him, I could as well be his mate.

I kept the ladle I had been working on, my breath hitching at the thought. My mate died and...he rejected his mate, Catherine. Does that not mean we are both free wolves now? Does that not me