Troy:
The turn of events was strange. It started when I saw Leysa again.
eting her made feel a pull toward her. I wanted to understand what was happening to .
When I kissed her, I felt a pull that was unbreakable and impossible to explain.
When my mother appeared and we pulled apart, Leysa did not say anything to . That confused .
I expected her to tell she felt the agitation in her body too.
When she stayed silent, I took a deep breath. While my mother stood there, I grabbed Leysa again.
"Oh!" my mother exclaid, turning her back to us and laughing as I kissed Leysa once more.
Even Leysa looked shocked. Then she began moving her lips with mine, but she suddenly stopped.
With both hands, she shoved away and gasped.
"What happened?" my mother demanded, turning around at the force Leysa used to push .
"Nothing. I need to go check on Clentine," Leysa muttered, avoiding my mother’s eyes and refusing to look at . Her eyes told sothing was wrong.
She slipped between us and hurried off. My mother stepped toward .
"What is it? What happened?" she pressed, grabbing my arm and shaking .
"I need to go have a word with her," I replied, pulling free and striding after Leysa, who was trying to get away from as fast as she could.
"What was that?" I asked Leysa, stepping into her path.
My mother followed, slowing when she saw we had stopped.
"What? It was nothing," Leysa muttered, avoiding my eyes.
"No, Leysa. Tell . What was it?" I pressed, my fingers curling around her arms.
She looked anxious before lifting her head to et my gaze.
"Why are you asking ? Did you not feel it?" she asked quietly.
A small sigh slipped from her lips. It told why she had tried to storm past .
"I felt the pull," I admitted.
Her jaw clenched, and she turned to leave again.
"Leysa, for fuck’s sake, let’s just talk," I snapped, stepping after her.
She stopped and faced , hands on her waist.
"You did not feel it, so why do you fucking want to say I felt sothing with you?" she demanded, desperation in her eyes.
"I did not feel it because I have a mate," I replied. "And I am not angry that you felt sothing. Can you not hear the desperation in my voice? I want to know what you felt."
Frustration edged into my tone as I finally chose honesty.
She swallowed and looked away.
"I felt a mate bond with you," she said, and I drew in a sharp breath.
"Why did you not feel it? Alphas or male wolves can have more than one mate," she added, confusion written across her face.
"Maybe it is different with Clentine," my mother interjected, approaching slowly.
There was happiness in her eyes, though she held it back when she saw Leysa’s distress.
"I am only saying what I believe," she continued, glancing at Leysa. "It is obvious Clentine has more than one mate, which makes her different from other she-wolves. Maybe her mates cannot take another until they reject her."
Her explanation made sense. But when she ntioned rejection, Leysa turned to , her eyes full of questions.
I felt torn. I had loved Clentine for a long ti.
And yet I felt this connection with Leysa. I liked her.
"You know what? I will be with Clentine," Leysa hissed when I failed to answer.
When she disappeared from sight, my mother gave a look.
"Clentine has already been accepted by Ian, has she not? I saw the mark on her neck," she stated.
"Then why chase after her? Why lose the chance for a sweet mate? How long will you keep chasing her? You like Leysa, do you not?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Then stop this chase," she urged, placing a hand on my shoulder and tapping it before walking away.
I drew in a breath and entered the room. Clentine sat on the bed, looking lost.
Leysa completely avoided and focused on Clentine.
"She has not spoken a word," Leysa muttered.
I nodded awkwardly and sat beside Clentine on the bed.
"Clentine, are you feeling okay now?" I asked, keeping my distance because I knew Leysa was watching every move I made.
But it was Clentine. I had wanted her for so fucking long.
When she lifted her head, I saw the mark on her neck. At that mont, I realized I could not be with her.
She had chosen her mate. I could not lose Leysa by running back to Clentine, soone I knew would never accept .
"I do not understand. What is going on? Where am I?" Clentine whispered, her voice defeated and lost.
Worry crept in imdiately.
Leysa and I exchanged a glance before looking back at her.
"You were in Yorick’s pack. Rember? There was a monster," I explained carefully. "Then he rejected you."
The more I spoke, the more lost she appeared.
"Who is Yorick?" she asked.
The mont those words left her mouth, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
"Wait. Do you rember ?" Leysa asked, pointing at her chest.
Clentine studied her face, narrowing her eyes as if forcing recognition.
"Who are you?" Clentine snapped, her voice rising.
Then she turned to .
"And who the fuck are you? Why am I feeling sothing with you?" she demanded.
Leysa shot a frightened look before gesturing for to step away from the bed.
I followed her, and we stood together in the corner of the room.
"We need to take her to Ian. It is getting bad," Leysa said.
The tone of her voice sent goosebumps down my spine.
"Why, Ian? I am not asking because I am going to take her to him. I am just curious. Is there sothing you know that I do not?" I questioned.
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