I was sitting, still wrapped in a tight embrace of Tate’s arms, taking in the fact that Aunt Della had passed away. I was vaguely listening to what Alpha Lachlan was saying, in between my sobs. It was quite a sweet way to think about it, really that she felt at peace enough to pass knowing or feeling I was safe here, even if I was unsure of that myself. As much as I hate the thought that she hung on, possibly in pain, simply to take care of me.

But what is this about a mate? his words suddenly registered in my mind. I try to focus on them....