It's been exactly three days since Cyrus called me his mate in front of his pack members. Yes, you heard that right. A mate.
I looked it up, and apparently it's a life partner kind of thing where you are mated to one another for life. And you mark one another by biting down on each other's neck. Very animalistic in my opinion. But who am I to judge?
I later asked him why he would say that because I damn well knew I wasn't his mate because, according to all those crazy fictions, I'm supposed to feel the mate bond too, and I sure as hell didn't.
He said it was to be keep me safe in the pack because, in his words, and I quote, "No one will dare hurt you if you're mine."
I was pretty weirded out, to be honest, but I understood what he meant. I'm not a werewolf, and apparently werewolves can smell humans and tend to feel predatory urges towards us.
So it indeed is the best decision for me to pretend to be Cyrus's mate—who, by the way, is an Alpha of the Moonstone pack.
