Willow swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her glass. She thought she knew the truth. Linus must be feeling the mate bond in all its intensity, the pain and longing that came with being apart from Wisteria. But Wisteria... was clearly under some kind of manipulation or spell. The mate bond wasn’t severed, but it was muted—tampered with. Willow’s stomach churned as she pieced it together.
Wisteria let out a long breath and squared her shoulders, as though steadying herself. “Since I can choose with my mind, I chose Milo. I met him first. He was my home. If that Alpha—if Linus—feels the kind of pain he should, he’ll come for me.” She hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper. “And if he does... then I’ll decide.”
Willow barely managed to keep her expression neutral. Every word W
