Brie's pov ... A chore as simple as dinner, it's just food no one gives it a thought. Except ofcourse if you're famished. The twins and their mates seem relaxed, the warriors too. But I was coiled tightly like a snake, ready to strike. Unfortunately, I won't be striking anything or anyone. The simple act of eating my meal was already spoiled, corrupted, and destroyed by fate. Destroyed by the mate bond. I eat my meal mechanically, because my training has taught me to smile and act as though normal even though there is deadly war going on inside of me. Even if the food tastes like dry grass or paper or wool. I don't know and I don't care. I am caught in two minds. Should I be happy that I have found my mate, another mate, my second chance. Maybe I should be, maybe it's a sign from the moon goddess, maybe she is telling me to choose fate, to choose love, to choose happiness. But that won't be good for my family, all the work we have put in, to make me who I am, to ensure we r
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