Chapter Thirteen: We Are Mates

GIVEON’s POV

The moment she walked through that door, it felt like my life became complete in a split second. I hadn’t seen her in two weeks, with how tight things had been, there had been no way I could have spent a night just staring at her.

Yet, she had gotten even more beautiful, it was almost like her eyes could have drawn me into her world.

It felt like nature was humming her name with my mind as the air outside the room whirled around.

But just as soon as she opened her mouth, Brielle, my mate that I had spent the last three years waiting and pining for didn’t know me.

I stared deep into her eyes, searching for a sign that this was some act that she was doing, that she was just pretending to know me.

But after more than hundred years of being alive, there was no way I could read that confusion wrong.

She really didn’t remember me.

Anya glanced at me briefly and then turned back to look at Brielle. “You really don’t know him?”

“I don’t,” Brielle said and then loo