Chapter one hundred and twenty five

Chapter one hundred and twenty five.

Anastasia's POV

A few minutes pass before he asks me a question: "How did you feel when you knew you were my mate? And by that, I mean, when you really understood what it meant to be a vampire's mate, my own mate?" Why did I sense a great form of possession in that last interrogative sentence? Or maybe it's just my mind playing a trick on me...

I hum, not exactly knowing how to answer a question as such. "Well, I don't know." And till now, I have no idea how I'm supposed to work with that...And you know, there is a long list of many obstructions that this has. First, you are a being who doesn't die. I do. It can't even work. You won't age, but I would, and it would not even make any sense. Second, I would never want to be with someone who has a lot of enemies and who has also killed people that I cherish. It means I am gaining more enemies and I have nothing with which to protect myself. Plus, I cannot have my children already having people who wan