Stella

“You okay, baby?”

I nod my head at Michael, the love of my life, as he sits beside me on the couch. After what happened today with Melinda, I needed Michael to hold me.

Michael and I have been best friends our whole lives. We've been dating for the past two years, and we confessed our love on my sixteenth birthday.

Mum and Dad weren't happy when they found out. They weren't because they were worried about what would happen to Michael and me when we found our mates. I argued that Michael and I might be mates. Dad said that could happen, but what if it didn't?

I told Dad if that were to happen, Michael and I would reject those who were our mates. Nothing, not even destined mates, would stop us from being together.

Mum then argued that the mate bond would be stronger than the love Michael and I thought we had. Neither of us would be able to fight fate.

What if our mates refused to accept the rejection?

What if they accepted and the rejection killed us?

I yelled how I'd make whoever my ma