Chapter 42

POV Thea

I snatched the blanket from his hands quickly wrapping it around myself. Sitting back on my feet I just sat there looking at him for the longest time.

“Do I really have a choice?” I asked. My tone sarcastic and mean.

Eric sat back stretching out his legs and resting his back against the glass. “Well, no. Not really. I’m going to tell you anyway. It’s not like you’re going anywhere.” He said with a small exhale of air, like a silent laugh.

Moving his hand to pick a piece of food that had flown in my hair. I smacked it away before he could reach me.

Eric sighed deeply. “Where do I even begin?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Everything you’ve been told about werewolves, lycans and Abigail is a lie.” He told me.

“Am I even your mate or is that a lie too.” I asked. Holding back tears. Now unable to look at him at all.

“You are the Lunar wolf, the salvation of lycans and yes. You are my mate.” He said. Leaning his face down trying to get me to look at him.

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