Lily and James (werewolf novel) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 0084

I sigh. I do not know. Probably both. But, after everything that has happened, I think both are perfectly justified.

I cringe when James tells me that he wants me to be me and not Stephanie. When he says it, it is almost like a light–bulb goes off in my head.

“Do you know who that is?”

He looks at me surprised. “What?”

“You said you want me to be me. Do you know who I am?”

He does not respond.

“You can’t answer that question, can you James? Not that I blame you.”

I stand up and walk towards the ocean. I take off my shoes and put my feet in the water. James follows

me.

“Lily, we are not humans. Werewolves typically meet their mates and mark each other within days or

even hours. It is normal for the ‘get to know you stage to come later.”

“Sure, for a normal couple. But there is nothing normal about our situation, James. You were in love with

my sister for most of our lives. We have a history a painful history. We do not even have a mate bond

anymore… or at least not a complete one.”

I stare at the water as it crashes against my toes. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I add, “Here you are,

making a grand gesture, expecting me to believe that you really do care about me. And I want to believe

you, James. You do not understand how badly my heart wants to believe you. But how can I when you

do not even know me? How do I know that if I let you in, you are not going to get bored with me and flip

to the next she–wolf in your line–up of quote, unquote arrangements?”

James growls. “You are nothing like those other she wolves, Lily. Do not EVER compare yourself to

them.”

I turn around and smirk. “Do you mean that I am not as pretty as them? That I am not as sexy as them?

That I do not know how to satisfy a male in bed like they do?”

James grabs my face, forcing me to look in his eyes. “No. I mean that you have self–respect. I mean you care more about people than you care about some superficial, fake image that you want the world to see. And I mean I feel things for you that I have never felt with any of them, and that I have never wanted