Chapter 52
‘Keep that file on your potenti mate. Look it over and decide if you want to meet him or not. There would normally be no reason
not, but you have extensive trauma to work through and he does know that yet. We haven’t told him we found you either. Eric thinks he could help pull your wolf out. I am not so sure. Decide and let me know Ayla.” With that, he bends down and kisses me on the cheek and leaves my rooms. I grab the folder off of the coffee table and head to my bed. I change into lounge clothes and curl up against the headboard and snuggle deep into my comforter. I open the folder, and I am met with a photo of a shifter. Appears to not be an alpha. He is cute, in a boyish sense. Sandy blonde, wavy hit. Nice jaw line, muscular build. Not as much as Thane and clearly not as tall. No dimples either. Why would the fates pair me with a shifter without dimples when every time I see Thane’s I want to take a bite out of him? He does have a nice smile. I am an omega; however, I thought omegas almost always were paired with strong alphas due to our ability to take the largest knots and live the most children. That part doesn’t make sense, but maybe what I heard was wrong.
Do I want to meet a stranger that claims my scent is a match for him? I could reconnect with Aramana and be sure, but if he finds out I am a gifted white wolf, he could tell others, he could expect me to step into my seat of authority, he could shun me. He could sell me off. My thoughts are racing with just about every negative thing I could conjure up. Fated mates wouldn’t treat their significant other that way. The bond wouldn’t allow it, or so I was taught when I was little. I guess that doesn’t mean it is true. He may not want me. I am damaged goods with enough mental trauma to be institutionalized for life with. I have no way of knowing if he really is my mate or what is intentions would be without meeting him. Maybe the bond would form, and we would forget about the world, and he would leave with me. We could start over somewhere and he could love me, without my wolf. I also have to think about protecting her from the world. However, if we leave, there is no Thane. If I have a mate, there is no Thane. If Thane doesn’t do relationships, and I am clearly not his mate, then there is no Ayla and Thane. Every way I look at it leads to no Thane. That realization hurts my heart. For some reason, I don’t want to leave him. Maybe its infatuation because he rescued me. Maybe everything I feel for him will leave once my bond slips in place. I don’t know, but there is only one way to find out.
ve my bond lis in
I send Thane a text that I am willing to meet Kian tomorrow. If I have a mate, I owe it to him at least to decide whether or not he wants me or wants to reject me. I am not sure I could live through rejection, but maybe it would be for the betterment of Aramana. If he doesn’t want me wolf less, I could be rejected and still keep her safe. Typing to Thane that I am willing to meet another wolf shifter feels wrong. Dirty. It hurts, but we caused this problem ourselves and we need to fair to our mates, whoever they are or where they are. Maybe fate brought me here just for Kian. I don’t know. A few minutes later there is a knock on my door, and I look through the peep hole to see Thane. Shirtless and in gray sweatpants. I open the door and slide my gaze over is abdomen, his V line and slowly back up to his eyes to be met with a smug smirk. “If everything is going to change tomorrow, then I think we deserve one night.” and then he crashes his lips down onto mine.
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