Fixing What's Broken I

~Vonte~

I make it to the room in record time, and I’m tempted to strip down to wait for my mate. Being without her for the night was torture, and I want nothing more than to reacquaint myself with her body. She said she needed to talk, though, so I guess I need to stay dressed for that. Last night, let me know that being apart from her is not an option for me.

I sit on the bed in anticipation. It’s not that I think anything is wrong; I just wonder what she will say. I’m surprised that she was out all night with my brother, of all people. I figured it would be a quick dinner, and the dumbass would reject her. I mean, he’s practically rejected her already; he just hasn’t said the words to make it official. I was ready to comfort her for the night because that rejection would be worse than when he was in the hospital.

As wonderful as it’s been to have her all to myself, I have to admit that it’s felt off. In my heart, something is missing; our bond is weak. I would never tell her that be