She should of have been happy. After all, Devon find her mate. But why does there’s a pang on her chest that she couldn’t brush off? Was this because when she regain her consciousness again, Helga, the one who look after her, although she’s kind of hostile, informed Devon that Tarik had an urgent matter to attend to. She didn’t exactly elaborate what would it be, and she knew that Helga wouldn’t answer her question as she pry more longer.
“Tarik.” Just that mere action of uttering his name bring her close to her mate.
Devon barely knew him, but same as what her mother told her before, she felt like her world already revolves around the male.
She softly smiled.
“I wish you a safe trip, Tarik.” She whispered softly, gently hoping for him to arrive soon as this bond is getting her sullen
