His Hatred

Harlyn

It has been weird this morning. Wayne left with the pups to spend time with my Father and for some reason, Lucy hasn’t left the room.

I’m not sure why she is here, but she isn’t willing to leave. We’ve spoken a lot about her and Samuel; it is nice to hear about how they started and have grown to love each other.

Mates sometimes have no feelings for each other. Some even hate each other, like Stefan and me. Sighing, I consider it. I remember now that before he became cruel and heartless, we were close.

I felt like I loved him even at that young age, but he didn’t love me, or did he?

“You and Wayne.” I glance up, hearing Lucy speak. “Why haven’t you mated or slept together? You said you don’t even share a bed at home?” She looks at me, confused.

“When I got to Wayne’s pack, I was a mess; I was heavily pregnant and not mentally right. I was weak, more because I had faced like six months of rejection over and over from pack after pack. I felt like I couldn’t trust anyone enough to