BELLE

I stared at her. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me.

“Is that why you didn’t come here once you got to Paris?” my mother asked.

“Because you met your mate?”

I nodded my head slowly, still shocked that we were even having this conversation.

She looked away from me with a pained expression on her face.

“Mom?” I asked. “Are you a werewolf?”

She turned back to me and shook her head. “No, no, of course not. I’m human just like you.” “But you have a mate?” I asked.

She nodded. “Yes.”

I swallowed. How common was it for humans to have mates? And how did I...