Enzo
Several days passed after my father found me in the hockey rink, and I didn’t see or hear from Nina. I didn’t particularly want to, either. In my mind, she was probably with Ronan. I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel negatively about it and that we were just supposed to be friends all this time, but how could I not? Even with the promise of the bride of the arranged marriage being my fated mate, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nina. I couldn’t sleep without imagining her small body curled up in my arms. I couldn’t close my eyes without remembering how beautiful she looked that day when I told my team about werewolves, and yet I was so angry and hurt by her refusal to admit her true feelings for me that I didn’t want to see her at the same time.
Maybe learning about the arranged marriage
