64 = Elizabeth

It is then that I look down and see that she is telling the truth and I have a shirt on that isn’t mine. Before I know what I am doing I slip my fingers to the collar, pull it up against my nose and take a deep breath. I close my eyes at the intoxicating scent of Oakmoss and patchouli with a touch of Vanilla.

I then feel that stirring in my head again as it purrs and I hear that female voice once more,

“Mate!”

I shake my head, no he couldn’t be, could he?

I snap my eyes open and look at the female before me again as she says,

“It can be a bit of a surprise, can’t it?”

“What?”

I whisper finally finding my voice,

“Finding one’s mate…”

I slip down the wall to sit on the floor pulling my knees to my chest and resting my forehead against them as I mumble,

“But I’m… I’m a runt… I don’t have a mate… I’m only good for service and breeding… We don’t get mates…”

I glimpse as her eyes flash red and feel her aura increase as a wave of anger comes off of the female making a shiver of renewed