Stella
“You okay, baby?”
I nod at Mitchell, the love of my life, as he sits beside me on the couch. After what happened today with Melissa, I needed Mitchell to hold me.
Mitchell and I have been best friends our whole lives. We’ve been dating for two years and confessed our love on my sixteenth birthday.
Mom and Dad weren’t happy when they found out. They weren’t because they were worried about what would happen to Mitchell and me when we found our mates. I argued that Mitchell and I might be mates. Dad said that could happen, but what if it didn’t?
I told Dad if that were to happen, Mitchell and I would reject those who were our mates. Nothing, not even destined mates, would stop us from being together.
Mom then argued that the mate bond would be stronger than the love Mitchell and
