#Chapter 45 - Time To Think

Celia A gasp flies from my lips and I draw my hands away from Soren’s touch. His warmth leaves my skin, leaving me feel cold. I look away, my cheeks immediately heating up from a small blush. Is this it? Are we finally going to talks about the elephant in the room about us being fated mates? I do not think that this is a conversation that I want to have right now. My body is in pain and I have just had the crown and title of princess thrust onto my head. There are people who wish to have be harmed, or killed for that matter, and want nothing but the worst to happen to me. A conversation with Soren about us being fated mates is the least of my worries. It is one that can wait until all of the anger and confusion and chaos has disappeared from our lives. Only then will I be ready to speak with him about our fated mate connection with one another. “Are we, though?” I begin to ponder the hypothetical situation of us not being fated mates aloud. “I mean, my Lycan heritage allows m