And now that we are no longer enemies, I might finally be able to allow myself to consider what he told me back there in his bedroom. That he has fallen in love with me. That he is in love with me. Just the thought of that makes my heart squeeze tight. I still hate that we’re fated mates. I hate that I didn’t get a choice. That I wasn’t allowed to choose him on my own. But now that we have time, now that I know the truth, I might be able to at least start figuring out how much of our emotions are real and how much of them were forced upon us by the mate bond. A smile, full of fragile hope,
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