(Alnilam)
I had to threaten my magic again to not get in my way and let me speak to her.
But whenever the topic of rejection comes both Snow and my magic go insane. Recently, my magic has been going berserk, and I am losing control more often.
Her room is laden with her scent, and like a glutton, I want to inhale and inhale, fill not only my lungs but let the scent permeate every pore I possess.
The urge to hug her has my limbs in a shackle.
"What bond, Alnilam?" Amaia grimaces and I hate seeing her in agony because of me. "You never accepted it."
She stands corrected, I should at least acknowledge that she is my mate. I can't reject her if I don't even accept the fact that Amaia is indeed my mate. No matter how I try to run from this, I can't.
Snow is howling in my head but I need to get this done.
"You are right, I should have acknowledged you. Sat down and had a proper conversation with you. Instead of acting as I did." I exhale.
