Chapter 25

Miatta

Mates? It couldn't be.

Could it?

I let go of his shirt, trying to meditate on his unbelievable words. I was a werewolf and he was a demonic lycan. We had nothing in common: he, a cowardly prince and me, a princess turned slave. It couldn't be possible that the Moon Goddess would be that unfair to me. We were on good terms, mostly. Yet my head spun with multiple possibilities, a tiny part of me taking his words as truth, especially the part about losing my soul. My mother and I had made a conversation out of the topic of mates once. Although I had been partially embarrassed and partially impatient to return to a swordfight practice with my brothers, I got a few things from what she had to say. Mates were for life, no matter who it was. On rare occasions, twins could be mates and either had no say about the matter. The Moon Goddess was infallible and it was an abomination to think her able to err.

Lucas did a full body stretch, drawing my attention to his drool-worthy body. W