Tristan's Point Of View
I was hiding my nervousness very well in my opinion. Ferdinand had been right, Bellamy's mother was indeed a force of nature. What they neglected telling me was just how beautiful everyone was. I was beginning to feel mediocre in comparison.
"You said you're his mate didn't you?" His mother asked.
"Yes. My name is Tristan." I said again.
"I'm Meahlene. However that's beside the point. If you are indeed his mate, then why can I smell your pheromones?" She asked.
"And why the hell are they so strong? Sweet mercy, I feel like I'm getting drunk just being near you..." The woman with beautiful pink hair said.
"Uhm... well... it really is a bit complicated..." I replied.
