Sorry for not writing sooner. I was watching Stranger Things. Hope you like the chapter! let me know what you think and what Troy can do to win Ariel over?
Troy’s pov I have been training Ariel for a week now and she has yet to say more than a few sentences to me. That doesn’t mean I am giving up, I just have to be patient. Which isn’t my strong suit. I have only told Jara about us being mates, well and Ela. Not because I’m ashamed, I just don’t want
Cyrus’ pov “So you know I don’t bullshit right? It’s part of my fucking charm?” Ariel laughed softly. “Yeah, so. I just have to fucking ask. You look even more miserable today than usual? What the fuck happened?” Ariel shook her head and softly spoke, “no, I am fine.” “Remember I don’t bullshit
Out of nowhere Ariel started to speak to me, while cleaning out the stables. “I was sick you know. For the longest time. My mom died when I was young from an heart attack. My father tested me and found out I had the same condition. He didn’t want to loose me too, so he kept me at home. Limited the
Troy’s pov “Sorry she was really fucking worked up, so I let her run with Snake, my dog.” Cyrus added that last part when I looked at him confused. “Why would someone name their dog Snake?” Orlando asked, equally confused. Cyrus continued, “I know it’s not any of my damn business. But she thinks
Troy’s pov After Talia left I went up to Ariel’s room and knocked on the door. I didn’t know which room she stayed at, so I just followed my nose and I was clear which one was hers. The hallway to her room smelled like blueberry pancakes. “Ariel, it’s Troy. I wanted to ask you something, but I don
“But some don’t.” Ariel said, her tone changing back to serious. “No, some don’t. They take their mate for granted. Or they reject their mate or worse. But since you’re not fully werewolf and don’t feel the bond that clearly, I’ve been trying even harder. But I am scared it might be too much?” I as
Ariel’s pov I got up from my chair, feeling the tears come. “No Troy, you can’t just give up your life for me.” Troy tried to grab my arm. He looked so good today. His black shirt was hugging all his muscles and he had a lot of them. His hair was really cute and his dimples, o my god. His dimples
“I told you I was sick. My father he was a doctor and he did everything to cure me, especially after my mom died. I had surgery, but it didn’t work and the doctors said I would probably only live for a few more years. So my dad got involved with a group of doctors who were experimenting with somethi