Ninety-Five: See Her Again.

GERALD JACOBS.

MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.

“So she was mated before?” Phil asked as I sat there, damp by the edge of my windowsill. I looked out through the fog at nothing in particular. It was raining that evening when I got back.

And I crossed my arms over my chest as I wallowed in my thoughts—where I had been for the past few hours and where I would remain for even days to come. Her words kept echoing in my ears, over and over again. The thought of being a second chance mate was something that never crossed my mind but it was my reality now.

And the mate bond between Susannah and I was undeniably strong. It was palpable, that even each second that passed that she wasn’t here, I was torturing my mind—my wolf. Because it was no longer that I didn’t know. It was that I did and I was only just hesitant.

Which meant my Wolf had already scented her, tasted her and wanted more so each second that I stayed away, I was only hurting my wolf which in turn was hurting myself. That’s how being ma