The shock of finding out that I had a fated mate hadn't worn out yet. Killian and I sat silently on the king-sized bed. He looked at me, occasionally holding my hand, letting it go after he didn't get a response from me.

I didn't know a lot about fated mates. Only that on your sixteenth birthday, like magic, you'd feel your soul being drawn towards your mate. Killian was my fated mate. The Alpha king who had walked this planter for centuries was my fated mate. The one that I would be forever bonded to.

"Genesis, please say something," Killian spoke, his voice contorted with worry.

"How do you...