Chapter 39

I sit down with Noah on the edge of my bed, oddly similar to how James and I were. He listens closely as I share what I can. "He didn't want a Mate. His father told him never to accept one, so when I came along, he was cold to me. He hardly spoke to me. He said rude things when he did. He was with this other girl when I was in the house at night. It was just terrible, and I thought that I could never forgive him, but I tried to. We had a few progressive conversations, and I was willing to try...