#Chapter6

I ran home, with tears streaming down my face. I needed to get home; I needed my parents. The bond was making me feel things I didn't know how to deal with. I wanted to rip her throat out when she called herself his mate. I've never been the violent or jealous type, but lately, that's all that is running through my mind.

I ran around a corner and bumped into someone causing me to fall back. “Shit, Ayla, are you ok?” Mateo asked, rushing towards me. “Mila, she’s over here!” He yelled over his shoulder.

“S- sorry,” I gasped.

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s ok.” He comforted. He...