Mate? What does that mean?
I stared at Ambrose’s mother with a trembling gaze. My whole mind went blank with the bomb she just dropped. Why would they know about mates? Do humans have mates, too?
Ambrose’s mother narrowed her eyes at me. “Who are you?” she asked again. “What are you doing inside my son’s house?”
My lips parted, unable to answer her question because my brain is not in its best state—not when I am suddenly confused about what’s happening around me.
While waiting for me to answer, two men came from behind her. They both looked so intense that the first thing I thought when they came in is that they are her bodyguards.
One is wearing a brown shirt and a pair of jeans. I think he’s as tall as Ambrose and their body builds look the same. His deep-set eyes are dark brow
