~ A M E L I A ~
The following Monday, I couldn’t have been more delighted to go to school. I needed a distraction away from my spiralling thoughts.
He’s mated.
The guy I like, the guy I care for, the guy I was developing strong feelings for, he’s mated.
Hudson is mated.
We are not a destined couple…
During the party, I was barely even concerned about it, but once I was sober and thinking about it over the weekend, I realised how much it hurt to know the truth.
Unless the Moon Goddess had decided he could have another mate and I happened to be that mate, but Hudson said that was incredibly rare to happen. So I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
Two more months…
In just over two months, I’ll finally be eighteen, and I can stop wondering if he is or isn’t my mate. Part of me is telling
