Reed POV:
This mate shit is seriously getting on my nerves.
I don't know what sick, twisted joke the universe is playing on me — but I swear, if I ever meet Fate in a dark alley, it's dead. I left the room for what? To get some clarity? To put some distance between me and the girl-who-was-definitely-not-supposed-to-be-my-mate? Yeah, good plan, right? Except I came back carrying a heating pad and some crap I googled at Walmart, like some soft-ass teenage boy trying to impress his girlfriend on her period.
I hate the way she's curled up on that ratty couch like she didn't just curse us out with more venom than a coven of pissed-off witches.
"Gone soft," my wolf snickered again.
I ignored him.
Because if I opened my mouth right now, I might just agree with the bastard — and that would make it real. And I'm not ready for real.
