Sophia

Sophia.

I've been feeling awful. I have no strength, and my mate has been bugging me to sleep with him. I've turned him down numerous times. I'm not sure what's wrong, and I keep asking my wolf, but she can't figure out what's wrong with us. It's as if something is draining all of my energy. In my entire life, I have never been as weak as I am now. I've also stopped assisting my mate with his work, which worries me.

"Hey baby," Mateo says as he closes the door. He approaches the bed. He begins to play with my hair and tries to be seductive. This is not for me. I'm not in for it.

"Enough. Stop. I'm not interested," I yell at him. "Let me be."

"What?" he exclaims, stunned. "Do you now despise my touch, my queen? Do you hate me?"

"What!" In disbelief, I open my mouth. What he just says has an impact on me. Thinking about it, I've been avoiding him and his touch for quite some time. I seem to be self-centered. My actions give him the impression that I despise him. "No, I didn't hate y