CONAN —
I chuckled. "Erick, I'm really not getting the point you are trying to make here," I remarked.
He was silent as I made the statement. He stared at me for a while before he sighed. I could feel his throat dance as he gulped hard. He was totally confused about what to say this time after noticing my mean look, pretending I knew nothing about what he was saying.
"Wait, Conan. I need to get you right. Do you mean you are not feeling it?" he asked.
"Feeling what?" My brows arched as I asked him the question.
"Is Yvonne not your fated mate? Wasn't she your Luna six years ago? Why are you forcing words out of my mouth?" he responded, and I nearly laughed out of amusement. But I managed to retain the laugh.
"Oh, is that what you were saying? Of course, I do feel her as my fated mate,
