Iyelda
It wasn’t hard to find out where those girls were. Zachary, my poor fool son, offered up their whereabouts. I had learned the power of projection and practiced by visiting him in his dreams. It wasn’t every night. But he provided me with more than enough information.
He didn’t know I was his mother. I gave him up after he was born. I couldn’t have no child slowing me down. It helped that he looked like his deadbeat father. I had the misfortune of being mated to a selfish, womanizing bastard. He didn’t even believe in the mate bond; had a protection cloak upon his heart, unbeknownst to me. After I fell pregnant, he disappeared. Never to be seen again. The only thing he left behind was a letter telling me he never intended to love me fully and didn’t want to waste my time.
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