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I would prefer for him not to meet her at all," she said, standing up from where she was and going to the bar at the corner. She grabbed the vodka and two shots. She sat down and poured the vodka into the shots. We drank and drank till I was tipsy and Kelly was drunk. "Do you know what pains me the mo...st?" She slurred. "What?" "The way he forgot everything he promised me, forgot that I existed, and went to her. Holding her to himself, growling at anyone who dares to look at her like he was not kissing me minutes ago, and whispering how he loved me to my ear. I guess nothing is stronger than the mate bond. The mate's pull just draws you to them, and you get attached immediately. It made me

she chimed. I spread my hands wide, disbelief lacing my tone. “What is the meaning of this?” “Don’t you like it? I moved in. It’s time we start living like a couple. I’m sorry I threw you out of my bed before.” She smiled sweetly, then let her voice dip to something softer, hungrier. “Don’t you think it’s time we mark each other… complete the bond—intimately?” She traced a finger down my chest. The mate bond surged through me, heat prickling under my skin. I caught her hand, kissed it, then dropped it like it burned.

“While you hold back, she’s already leaving us. Look at her, she’s finding comfort in someone else.” The thought clawed at me, twisting deeper than I wanted to admit. She should’ve felt that comfort with me; she was mine. And yet, every attempt, every careful step I’d taken only seemed to push her further away. She wasn’t meant to speak so easily to another, least of all my own Beta. “I am her mate,” I reminded the beast, though my voice felt thin against its simmering anger. “She’s bound to me, and she will come to see that in time.”

"I just wish I had found my mate sooner." My heart skipped, and I gulped. "W-why?" I stuttered, and she opened her eyes to look at me. "Don't you know?" I creased my brow as I looked back at her. "Know what?" She frowned, still gazing at me, and sat erect before opening her lips to speak. "Okay. There's something called mate bond. When you first meet your partner, you are immediately pulled to him. It's magnificent because you feel completely absorbed in his presence, and when you make contact, there are sparks, like fireworks. The sensation awakens inside you something you've never experienced before. It's like love at first sight, but as you get closer, you become inseparable because of th

I said low. "Of course, sweetheart. Anything." "What does a mate bond feel like?" Her knife stopped. She put it down slow and turned. Her blue-gray eyes looked in my face. "Why ask?" "Just wonder. I heard that growing up but never got the idea." She looked long. Too long. Like she saw past my easy words to the real one. "A mate bond," she said slow, "is like finding the other half of your soul. A pull you can't push away. A need past smart or reason." She stopped. "Some say it feels full for first time. Like all makes sense."

Sorry" Marina stares at me and squats down and holds my hands. There is no judgment in her eyes, only understanding, and kindness. She starts explaining to me and I am baffled. "My dear, what you are experiencing is the pull of the mate bond. You are my son's fated soulmate. The mate bond is a mystery even to us. It is a force that ties two different souls together. It is the reason my son found you. Your soul reached out to his, and his soul was restless. I guess we need to go to the library. I will explain everything, and give you books to read as well. That way you will be able to understand our ways."

Her curly hair danced in the cold breeze as they reached a mysterious clearing. "Who are you?" Stuart queried, touching her shoulder. She turned her body towards him. In the velvety embrace of darkness, she emerged, a captivating enigma draped in shadows. Moonlight traced the contours of her mystery, casting a soft glow on elusive features. Ebony tendrils frame a face veiled in an air of intrigue, eyes gleaming like distant stars, windows to an enigmatic universe. Her silhouette danced with the unknown, a symphony of secrets whispered by the night. A delicate whisper of mystery enveloped her, a chiaroscuro masterpiece painted with whispers of the unseen. In the dark, she was an ethereal tape

And she wasn’t going to put up with an ounce of bullshit from me. I pushed to my feet and began to pace, my head spinning. “You said you could sense the pull between us?” I said quietly. “Yes.” “Me and… people like me call that a bond. It’s like a sign. A signal from God that two people are meant to be together. That they were… made for each other.” She blinked. She obviously hadn’t expected that. “What kind of bond?” she asked. I swallowed and prayed. “A mate bond.” She kept watching me like she was waiting for more. But I didn’t say anything else. Slowly her eyes narrowed and then… she began to smile?

Growled. Mine. And then I saw her. Standing tall and composed I knew her, recognized her instantly. Crystal. Hair gleaming in the sun, face unreadable, body unmoving like a statue carved from heartbreak and rage. Her eyes met mine… and something detonated behind my ribs. Not love. Not peace. Bond. The truth of it slammed into me with the weight of a thousand moons. She was my Mate. The very one. And judging by the look on her face… she knew it too.

Instead, it left me with more questions. Why did she have Astrid's medical records? Why did my wolf still react to her? Why did Mateo look at her with such recognition? And why did she understand so perfectly what it felt like to be a parent paralyzed by fear? But those were questions for another day. Tomorrow, I'd watch a stranger attend my daughter's makeup birthday party. I'd smile and be gracious and pretend I hadn't spent weeks hoping she was someone else. I'd stop the tests, stop the analysis, stop the desperate search for signs of my mate.