"I am your wife and mate? We were about to make our vows to each other? And the werewolf clan attacked us? Why do I find every word you say not resonating with me?" With furrowed brows, she looked at him in confusion and suspicion.
Luke sadly smiled, his expression one of pain and heartache.
"It is okay for you to be suspicious of me. After all, you do not remember anything, and just believing in whatever I say would be quite foolish. You can take all the time you need to think things through. However, I want you to know that I will always be waiting for the day you will accept our bond and me." His gentle gaze met her dark purple eyes, his tone soft as he made the vow.
"Sweet. Very sweet. But there is no need for you to wait for me. As you said, we might have had a bond and might have been mates, but since I do not remember anything, there is no need to force things. Whatever we had, let's end it here." With a decisive declaration, she turned to leave the mansion.
