I didn't sleep that night.
My fingertips kept tracing his cursive words. The curve of the belly of Y, the soft bellows of the m. I knew he wasn't lying. I just did.
But I felt no attraction, no want. Okay, that wasn't true. I did want to get to know him but, and I know how suggestive it sounded, I didn't want to jump his skin.
Isn't that how it usually went?
Will things change after I shift? Will I shift now, that I knew I had a mate? People would die to have one. It was one thing to take the oath not knowing you had a mate. Taking it after meeting one and then taking the oath was like hitting the jackpot and then returning the receipt just because you didn't feel like it.
I should talk to him.
Why didn't he jump me?
I put both of my hands on my face. Shame, Chloe. Have some decency, or did you leave it in the kitchen with your apron? But he was my mate! And a male! A shifted male at that.
So what did it say about him that he wasn't being possessive?
That he was actually decent?
I really needed to attend the Sunday mass so I could have better thoughts. And stop reading those gibberish novels that made my mind the slutty place it was.
With too many thoughts and too less to do, I stood up. Gathering my hair in a knot, and made my way to the kitchen. At this hour, no one was awake. The house was as silent as a graveyard.
I decided it would be great to get started on breakfast. The early bird catches the worm, and an early Chloe-
catches her mate leaning against the counter.
"Um, hi?"
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WerewolfDirty. Disgusting. Filthy. That's what I've been called- no. I will NOT remember my past. Never. Those dark memories are better left where they belong, in the dark. | But just when Chloe is about to make the decision that would change her life...
