LAYLA'S POV

Del Morino was supposed to be my mate, the one I loved, the one that should have been mine. Thats what everybody says anyway, that's what I knew, right ?

But my heart was aching and no matter how hard I tried, that nagging sensation couldn't just leave . It was there . As we strolled through the bustling night street, the aroma of street food danced into my nose.

He moved next to me, his hands holding mine lovingly and I knew I should be listening to what he had to say and how he spoke.

But I couldn't , I had other things on my mind....