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Athena says in my head. “You do not know, men will do and say anything to get what they want”, I started standing up. “Humans, no matter what form werewolves, vampires, are not like real wolves that cherish their mates. For us humans, it does not happen and if it does, like my mom and dad, then you are truly blessed”, I told Athena as we walked towards the woods again. Maybe she did not know human men. She was a wolf after all. “They love us, you’ll see. I feel the mate bond with Cayden”

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Her voice trembled with agony as she spoke, and he could only offer a gentle reply. "How could I possibly do something like that? You are my beloved," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You, my dear, hold the most profound influence over my existence." It dawned on him that the endearing term he had always used for her, 'beloved', had failed to register in her consciousness. However, in this moment, the word finally penetrated her mind, and she comprehended its meaning.

“The sooner you understand that my attachment is not to this place but to you, the better,” she smiled fondly. “I like you, Donovan.” He was flushed. Was Catherine a day drinking? What was he going to say to her? She liked him? Donovan never knew the idea of love growing up. After his father left, everything turned sour.

“Son?” Dana was trying to bring Draven back to reality. “Could Sila be his true beloved, like a second chance?” Draven asked, still confused. “No.” “Vampires are not like some werewolves, we have only one beloved for eternity if we are lucky enough, she stated. Draven smiled, bitterly. “I was sure that you to were true beloved ones, because of the love between both of you, even I could feel that”, he said.

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I have been watching them going out for lunch and giggling over silly videos, all while he kept bringing her coffee to her desk like a lovesick puppy just to have a chat. And honestly, it’s ridiculous. But who am I kidding? Anybody who doesn't fall for his kind soul is an idiot. “It’s…it’s just…he is your beloved,” she stutters. “But there is more. He—” Exhaling irritated, I glare at her as she trembles with rage. “The concept of the beloved is just something for the weak…and the animals, so they can believe they can find some happiness while being cursed. It’s ridiculous and you know it. I wouldn’t know why I should keep him. My head aches all the time.”

The only person who was very close to her heart was her grandma and now she was gone too. Yet, she often asks me why I always care about her as if she doesn’t deserve it. She never experienced her parents’ love which makes her think she isn’t worthy of it, which is not true. Now, it’s my duty to make her feel loved. We finish our breakfast and I take the empty cups and plates to the kitchen. I put them in the dishwasher and walk out. I put on my black shirt and white pants. “Let’s go,” I smile at Emily and this time she smiles back. It’s genuine. I gently intertwine my fingers with hers and we move out of our room.