Ellis
Mate, mate, mate. Those words resounded in my head. The way they sounded was so natural to me. My mind went back to the day we made love again. She called me mate. I didn't address it the following day because I didn't want her to be sad about anything. Like me, I knew how much it pained her that we weren't officially mates. However, I didn't care about that. She was my mate, my heart-chosen mate. It was better than anything. I chose her. My lycan chose her as our mate. The bond we chose was more sacred and better than any other. I suddenly had a migraine. I'd been having them a lot lately. I held my head in pain and closed my eyes momentarily, hoping it would dissipate. I felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and I looked up.
" Babe, are you alright?" Love asked, concerned. Mate, Mate
