Troy:
The turn of events was strange. It started when I saw Leysa again.
Meeting her made me feel a pull toward her. I wanted to understand what was happening to me.
When I kissed her, I felt a pull that was unbreakable and impossible to explain.
When my mother appeared and we pulled apart, Leysa did not say anything to me. That confused me.
I expected her to tell me she felt the agitation in her body too.
When she stayed silent, I took a deep breath. While my mother stood there, I grabbed Leysa again.
"Oh!" my mother exclaimed, turning her back to us and laughing as I kissed Leysa once more.
Even Leysa looked shocked. Then she began moving her lips with mine, but she suddenly stopped.
With both hands, she shoved me away and gasped.
"What happened?" my mother demanded, turning around at the force Leysa used to push me.
"Nothing. I need to go check on Clementine," Leysa muttered, avoiding my mother’s eyes and refusing to look at me. Her eyes told me something was wrong.
She slipped between us and hurried off. My mother stepped toward me.
"What is it? What happened?" she pressed, grabbing my arm and shaking me.
"I need to go have a word with her," I replied, pulling free and striding after Leysa, who was trying to get away from me as fast as she could.
"What was that?" I asked Leysa, stepping into her path.
My mother followed, slowing when she saw we had stopped.
"What? It was nothing," Leysa muttered, avoiding my eyes.
"No, Leysa. Tell me. What was it?" I pressed, my fingers curling around her arms.
She looked anxious before lifting her head to meet my gaze.
"Why are you asking me? Did you not feel it?" she asked quietly.
A small sigh slipped from her lips. It told me why she had tried to storm past me.
"I felt the pull," I admitted.
Her jaw clenched, and she turned to leave again.
"Leysa, for fuck’s sake, let’s just talk," I snapped, stepping after her.
She stopped and faced me, hands on her waist.
"You did not feel it, so why do you fucking want me to say I felt something with you?" she demanded, desperation in her eyes.
"I did not feel it because I have a mate," I replied. "And I am not angry that you felt something. Can you not hear the desperation in my voice? I want to know what you felt."
Frustration edged into my tone as I finally chose honesty.
She swallowed and looked away.
"I felt a mate bond with you," she said, and I drew in a sharp breath.
"Why did you not feel it? Alphas or male wolves can have more than one mate," she added, confusion written across her face.
"Maybe it is different with Clementine," my mother interjected, approaching slowly.
There was happiness in her eyes, though she held it back when she saw Leysa’s distress.


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