Wahrryn's Point Of View
"Maihsson, do you want to mate with Master?" I asked him, curiously.
"I mean, it's not like I'd try to force it on him or anything... But, well... I can't help being curious... Aren't you curious about what it would be like?" He asked emphatically.
If I was being honest, I hadn't really thought about mating with our Master for a long time now. Whenever we got to hang out with Tristan, Synnahmen, and Ezekihel, I'd become a tad bit jealous watching their mates dote on them excessively.
However, whenever they seemed to be sharing some hidden emotions or silent conversations between one another, my jealousy would slowly morph into envy, the longer they carried on.
Eventually, I realized that our Master was just as doting, and fiercely possessive over us, as well. All it took was one look into his bright green eyes, and everything that had previously made me jealous and fearful, completely faded away.
