Stella
"Well?!" Raphael sounds impatient. "Did you see it yet? That we belong with each other and that you're my mate? My fated one?"
Does this guy have any patience at all?!
I'm barely back from my vision.
My head is still spinning. And it's not getting better by Raphael shaking me like I'm food seasoning, either. I'm like three seconds away from puking over my dress.
"Stella?!" Raphael growls. "Are you there? Hello?"
"I'm here!" I erupt, irritated by the goddamn jiggling. I slap away his hands from my shoulders and step away from the fire. Glaring up at the blonde alpha. "I saw everything, okay?!"
He stares down at me. "And yet you're still angry with me, even if you know I'm your mate?!"
"Yes!"
"Why?!"
"Because nothing much has changed! I'm not twenty yet—not for another week
