Soraya's POV

“So… is he your boyfriend by any chance?” Carl asked suddenly.

My eyes widened at the question. “Um…” I looked down. It was such a simple question yet somehow, it felt too complicated to answer.

Was Darius my boyfriend?

I mean… we weren’t exactly that.

He was a werewolf, and apparently, I'm his mate. And a mate meant something deeper. A bond that was supposed to last a lifetime. So that should mean we were… together, right?

But then again… were we?

I didn’t even know how to define it. Every time I thought of him, my heart beat faster, but we’d never had that conversation. The one...