Zaira’s POV
After a long morning of contemplation, I finally decided to reject my mates. It took a lot out of me to get to that conclusion and I was mainly doing it because of my mother. I could not risk the thought of hurting her. Why? One might ask.
My mother and I had been the only two people in our family for as long as I could remember. I didn’t know much about my biological father. I didn’t know who he was and where he was either. My mother never mentioned him and in return, I took the liberty of ignoring his existence if he even did exist. At a young age, I had quickly picked up the fact that my family was different and that I was also different from other children. I would easily notice that other families had a man in them and other mothers wouldn’t look at another person’s chi
