Goddess, why do you make me suffer? It's been one week since I found my mate and he's still missing from my life. The packhouse is full of his scent, and every time I go up to my room I have to walk past the second floor and through his door. It's torture, passing so close to him and not opening that door and making love to him. Yes, making love. I can't imagine anything else when I think of Angel.
I don't know what happened to me, but for someone who has never felt the slightest attraction to a man before, the matebond that binds me to him makes me unable to even think about s*x with someone else.
It's hard to admit, but, I even tried to get excited looking at gay p**n, and I tried to see if I had any attraction to a guy from the pack, that I know's gay. Nothing has happened to my bod
