Chapter Thirty-Eight (Isla)

The door closing behind him; I slumped onto the couch. “How dare he do this?” I fumed, like I’m not already confused enough.

I gently touched my lips, recalling the soft feeling of his lips on mine, and whispered, “how dare he…”

I feared that if he had decided and tried to fix things with me as well as to accept me as his mate that I would be unable to turn away from him. To be completely honest, deep down, I wanted him to want to fix things. I had a feeling that under his cold exterior, was a kind and passionate man.

My father had told me stories of the mate bond and how important it was to follow it because you only get one. Sure, there were rare occurrences of a second chance mate, but that didn’t happen often.

“You know you want him. Why not have him?” Daciana questioned.

“Because one moment he seems to care and the other he doesn’t.” You don’t think I want to be with him? He plays mind games and doesn’t know what he wants. Of course, I want him to want me and to choose me, b