Yvonne
“So, we should probably get ready for bed,” Nate states. I stare at the bed and then at him.
I am not ready to sleep in the same bed as him despite my heart beating against my chest. He is my mate, but right now, I am keeping him at a distance. I know he was just doing his job arresting the people I call Mom and Dad, but I am having a hard time with that.
“What’s wrong?” Nate asks.
“I can’t sleep with you,” I blurt out.
“Yvonne,” He steps towards me, and I step back. A low whine comes from him. “I am sorry. I didn’t want to arrest the Blackburns. I know you love them.”
I look away from him and tear up, “I don’t care what you say. They are my parents.”
“You still see them as that after tonight?” Nate asks.
“It was Evie, not Mom,” I argue.
Nate sighs again. “You take the be
