#Chapter158
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 wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me up. /"Oh, Ayla!/" Mila blubbered, throwing her arms around me.
As soon as my head rested on her shoulder, the tears spilt out. /"Shush, it’s ok./" She cooed, stroking my hair.
/"I-I met h-her,/" I stuttered, /"she’s... stunning./" I choked.
