His Estranged Mate

Chapter 61: Adoption!

CATRINA

Sitting here in the living room of my mother's home, I take in the homely feel of it. It's a home for her but somehow, I do not feel at home here. For a few days it is okay, but to imagine spending my life here without Connor is something which I don't like.

I don't know when did this change happen but I am looking forward to spending time with Connor. His overprotective way, the possessive look in his eyes whenever I talk about anything else; it all has grown on me.

And now, I can't imagine my life with him. But there's this fear. What if he once again dumps me?

The question has been swirling in my mind for a few hours now and I don't like the emptiness the thought brings me.

This time if Connor does dump me, I won't survive, not after knowing how deeply I've fallen in love with him. Again.

The first time was something like a delicate build of my emotions, developing from the first-ever crush that I had ever experienced. Dealing with my adoptive parents, my bitchy class friends and my overall confusion with being attracted to Connor had all swept me off my feet when he asked me out.

I was totally on cloud nine, buzzed on his attention that I lost my identity. That's why it was difficult to gather myself after he shattered me into millions of pieces with his unexpected break-up.

But this time, it's entirely different. Connor came back into my life. He threw my life out of balance. All the effort it took to overcome my losses were all jumbled and thrown askew by his dominance and his claim.

He rearranged all my pieces by entangling himself into it so thoroughly that if he ever left me now, I wouldn't get back together. Not when he takes himself away and I'll be left split open in half, not knowing how to glue myself together.

This is what scares me the most. The fear of not being able to get back together when he goes back to his own life.

"Why do you think that he's going to leave you?" asks Mila and I startle out of my thoughts. I totally forgot that she was here, sitting beside me after my twin went to sleep. She had come to ask for my advice with Cayden and I didn't even realise when the tables turned, with her asking me questions about my deep-seated fear about Connor.

I peek a glance at her and see that she's curled up on the sofa where a few minutes ago Cayden was sleeping until I woke him to go and sleep in his bed upstairs. She was uncomfortable at first but then as if it was becoming unbearable, she slipped into Cayden's seat and curled into herself on the couch, inhaling deeply and then sighing in contentment.

That behaviour of hers had caused me to ask her questions about her and Cayden but looks like she really doesn't have anything to tell me, yet. That's when she had asked me about Connor, forcing me to address the incomplete bond between us.

"It just feels inevitable. That's how it happened the first time, you know," I whisper and twirl my hair in a bun on top of my head with an elastic band. It's becoming hotter now. My heat's coming back.

God! This is exhausting.

At my words, Mila shrugs and then looks at me with her lips upturned. "Not necessary. First times are not always good," she whispers, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as if she's recalling a particular first time in her mind.

Just as I am about to ask her what she means, there's a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it," I whisper and get up from the chair when the door knocks once again.

"Yes, I am coming," I yell, running to open the door and find Connor standing there with his hands in his pockets, looking breathtakingly handsome. My heart leaps up in my throat to watch him standing in front of me, fit as a horse. No, as a wolf.