“...are not allowed to leave for three hours,” Kroi finished her sentence again, and Allison giggled.
“You two still seem to be in the throes of the Var-hool,” Zura said to Allison. “So how long has it been?”
“Almost four months.” Allison glanced at Kroi, who trailed his fingers along her arm. “We still can’t keep our hands off each other.”
“And some day, I will be worthy of my Allison.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Allison looked at him in bewilderment.
“I have failed as a warrior. But I will be stronger. I swear.”
Allison seized his hand in hers. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
“Four months,” Voljaki said to Zura with a smile. “I think the Var-hool will never end for us.”
Zura and Voljaki were holding hands, and they were practically glowing with happiness.
Violet forced a smile, but she felt a stab of envy that lanced all the way through her heart.
She hated feeling that way. She was truly happy for both couples for finding their true mates.
She watched Voljaki grab a bottle of water and hand it to Zura, as if he could sense that she was thirsty. As they flipped through books of pictures of feast-cakes, Voljaki and Zura teased each other about their choices.
“That cake has so many flowers on it! Are you sure you are not a little girl?” Zura’s mouth curled into a smile and her eyes gleamed with humor.
“I believe I proved to you just this morning that I am quite male. But say something like that again, and I will be forced to prove myself one more time…right here on the table.”
“Ha! If you even try I will…”
“No, that move will not work,” Voljaki interrupted before Zura even finished her threat. “Who have you been sparring with? The cub class?”
They were like puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. It was maddening that she felt that way about Treffon – like he was her other half. He was her person, the one she was meant to be with.
But he didn’t feel that way about her.
Oh, he seemed to care about her. A lot. He was obviously wildly attracted to her – he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Or his mouth. Or his dick. And she loved it; he made her feel beautiful and desired, all the time.
But he’d said that she wasn’t his true mate. He wouldn’t lie to her about that. No Vulfan would lie about their true mate.
Allison and Kroi giggled at something unspoken. They kept in constant physical contact, stroking each other, gazing into each other’s eyes.
Violet wanted that. She wanted Treffon to feel that way about her. The fact that he didn’t was like a constant black cloud hovering over her.
Could she ever settle for anything less?
Glancing over at Allison and Zura, she felt resolve form inside her.
If she wasn’t Treffon’s true mate…she needed to leave. It would tear her heart in two, but staying here on this world and always feeling like an imposter would hurt even worse.
And what if, heaven forbid, she formed a pair bond with Treffon and then his real true mate showed up? What a nightmare that would be. The thought made her physically ill. He claimed that his true mate must be dead, but he had no way of knowing that.
No, there was no way around it.
She stood up and accidentally-on-purpose spilled a cup of sticky juice on herself. “Will you look at that,” she said. “I need to take a shower and change my clothes now.”
Zura, ever protective, insisted on walking her back to her room, and she promised to call her on her comm as soon as she was done.
Dorcas and the Eeplings were in the room where Violet had slept up until she’d moved in with Treffon. Dorcas was babysitting them for Allison, so Allison could help Zura with the wedding planning.
