Maya threw her bag on her desk and set her keys beside it. She flopped down on her bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about her day. She was mentally tired of feeling controlled by her bond with Dustin. Maybe she should reject him, but to do that, she would have to see him again, and she didn't want to do that. It also meant that she was giving him what he wanted, and she didn't want that either. Was she being stubborn and petty? Maybe, but she just wasn't ready. She thought about what she wanted her life to look like in the future. She wanted a mate and kids. She wanted to be happy and have a home full of laughter and love. Some of her knew she needed to let go to truly have those things, but the wounds were still too fresh. The more she thought about it, the more she believed th
