Her Fated Alphas
“You haven’t even met her. You don’t even know who she is, or what kind of person she is. How could you be so sure?”
“Trust me, I am sure,” Ragnar said, looking at her from across the table. “When I met her, I just knew it was her. And I knew I would love her, full-heartedly, forever.”
It was strange. He used the past tense as if he had already met his mate. Elena heard her heart pounding wildly. She wasn’t sure if he was talking about her or not. It was technically impossible for him to identify her as she didn’t have Nyla anymore and Cory hadn’t accepted her rejection yet. But at least she figured out what she should do next.