Sophia.
My thoughts are always drawn back to the attractive stranger I met at the club. He keeps entering my thoughts without my consent. I try hard to forget about him, but I can’t. Who the hell is that jerk? I don’t want to be associated with him. He addresses me as his mate, but I don’t feel anything from him. All I feel for him is hatred. I despise his touch, but I can’t help but admire his husky, manly voice. Who is this guy?
“Don’t think too much, Sophia,” Athena advises. “I can tell he’s our mate, but you’re not old enough to feel the bond between you and him.”
“Even if I’m old enough to know, I’m not going to accept him. I don’t want a mate who will make me weak after he dies,” I say. “I’ll be fine without a mate.”
“You are just saying this because you have yet to feel it,” she
