Dinners Inn Motel, California
Elisabeth
I sat in the small motel kitchen, sipping on my coffee, lost in thoughts of the past. My job at the Motel would start at eight, the only decent job I'd found since Drake and I moved back to Cali a year ago.
When we left my pack ten years before, we headed to Mexico City, where no one would look for us. We married at the city hall, and Drake and I marked each other that night. I'd been madly in love with him since I was six when I met him for the first time, and Drake reciprocated my feelings when we were both teenagers.
I had no regrets about rejecting Blake, for Drake's sake. I did feel the bond and the s*x. ual attraction when I realised Blake was my destined mate, but my love for Drake was more profound and stronger than the pull of my bond
