STELLA
"A mate? Really?" I scoff after about ten minutes of us devouring each other. "Mates don't do that!"
"Not a friend kind of mate, Stella," Xave smiles at me and brushes his hand over my cheek. "A mate as in the soulmate. You are a werewolf's mate. My mate."
“What does it mean exactly?” I bring myself to ask.
Xavier sighs and finally sits up on the bed, helping me sit next to him.
“You were linked with me even before you were born,” he says and I gulp. That is so not what I expected to hear. “Mate bond is this incredible force that connects wolves for life. We are two halves of the same whole.”
“Xavier, that’s ridiculous!” I snort, and the hurt in his eyes makes me shut up at once. He is not joking. This is serious for him.
“Usually, it happens between two wolves, Stella. And
