“Well next step is to just mate him already. Seal the deal and all that shit.”
“I can’t,” I told her. “I barely know him.”
“What’s to know? He’s your one true mate, Zoey. Do you have any idea how many people would kill to be in your situation? We all dream of finding that one guy out there made just for us.”
“It’s not what you think. This isn’t easy.”
“Nothing truly good in life ever is. Just think about it and let him off the hook sooner rather than later.”
“He hasn’t even tried to call me or anything, Chloe.”
“Well, the D.O.G.s quarantined him after the incident, but he snuck out an hour ago and has been pacing outside your window ever since. We all have eyes on him, but so far he’s just marking a bare path in our yard.”
I wasn’t sure I believed her, but I couldn’t help but run to the window to see for myself.
Sure enough, there was Monte, walking back and forth outside my window. I could feel his agitation and fear.
There was a part of me that wanted to run to him and calm his wolf, but something held me back. Maybe it was my own fear. I wasn’t truly scared of him, but he had conjured up other fears of mine, like making a scene in public and standing out. I was always terrified of being recognized in public. Of course, here at the ARC, I was safe, and I knew it, but what would happen if he did something like that in town?
I shuddered to even think about it.
“Well, are you going to go to him or not?”
“Not.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“I need time to think, Chloe. And when I’m near him, I can’t think straight. It’s the bond, I know, but it distorts my own feelings and mixes them up with his.”
“You’re already feeling his emotions?”
“Is that bad?”
“Not if you’re planning to seal your bond.”
I groaned. “I’m so screwed.”
“If you didn’t want him, why did you sleep with him?”
“I can’t even explain it. This is just crazy. I feel like I’ve lost my mind.”
“How many of those videos you made feature him?”
“What?”
“Monte. How many Monte videos did you make?”
“I didn’t.”
She gave me a knowing look before walking over to my computer. I started to protest but what was the point?
“These are all about him, not you.”
I frowned. “That can’t be right.”
Sure enough, I’d spent hours making Monte videos.
“Oh no! I can’t upload these.”
