<h4>Chapter 525: 525-Found Myself A Cute Mate</h4>


    <strong>Troy:</strong>


    The turn of events was strange. It started when I saw Leysa again.


    Meeting her made me feel a pull toward her. I wanted to understand what was happening to me.


    When I kissed her, I felt a pull that was unbreakable and impossible to exin.


    When my mother appeared and we pulled apart, Leysa did not say anything to me. That confused me.


    I expected her to tell me she felt the agitation in her body too.


    When she stayed silent, I took a deep breath. While my mother stood there, I grabbed Leysa again.


    "Oh!" my mother eximed, turning her back to us andughing as I kissed Leysa once more.


    Even Leysa looked shocked. Then she began moving her lips with mine, but she suddenly stopped.


    With both hands, she shoved me away and gasped.


    "What happened?" my mother demanded, turning around at the force Leysa used to push me.


    "Nothing. I need to go check on Clementine," Leysa muttered, avoiding my mother’s eyes and refusing to look at me. Her eyes told me something was wrong.


    She slipped between us and hurried off. My mother stepped toward me.


    "What is it? What happened?" she pressed, grabbing my arm and shaking me.


    "I need to go have a word with her," I replied, pulling free and striding after Leysa, who was trying to get away from me as fast as she could.


    "What was that?" I asked Leysa, stepping into her path.


    My mother followed, slowing when she saw we had stopped.


    "What? It was nothing," Leysa muttered, avoiding my eyes.


    "No, Leysa. Tell me. What was it?" I pressed, my fingers curling around her arms.


    She looked anxious before lifting her head to meet my gaze.


    "Why are you asking me? Did you not feel it?" she asked quietly.


    A small sigh slipped from her lips. It told me why she had tried to storm past me.


    "I felt the pull," I admitted.


    Her jaw clenched, and she turned to leave again.


    "Leysa, for fuck’s sake, let’s just talk," I snapped, stepping after her.


    She stopped and faced me, hands on her waist.


    "You did not feel it, so why do you fucking want me to say I felt something with you?" she demanded, desperation in her eyes.


    "I did not feel it because I have a mate," I replied. "And I am not angry that you felt something. Can you not hear the desperation in my voice? I want to know what you felt."


    Frustration edged into my tone as I finally chose honesty.


    She swallowed and looked away.


    "I felt a mate bond with you," she said, and I drew in a sharp breath.


    "Why did you not feel it? Alphas or male wolves can have more than one mate," she added, confusion written across her face.


    "Maybe it is different with Clementine," my mother interjected, approaching slowly.


    There was happiness in her eyes, though she held it back when she saw Leysa’s distress.


    "I am only saying what I believe," she continued, ncing at Leysa. "It is obvious Clementine has more than one mate, which makes her different from other she-wolves. Maybe her mates cannot take another until they reject her."


    Her exnation made sense. But when she mentioned rejection, Leysa turned to me, her eyes full of questions.


    I felt torn. I had loved Clementine for a long time.


    And yet I felt this connection with Leysa. I liked her.


    "You know what? I will be with Clementine," Leysa hissed when I failed to answer.


    When she disappeared from sight, my mother gave me a look.


    "Clementine has already been epted by Ian, has she not? I saw the mark on her neck," she stated.


    "Then why chase after her? Why lose the chance for a sweet mate? How long will you keep chasing her? You like Leysa, do you not?" she asked, and I nodded.


    "Then stop this chase," she urged, cing a hand on my shoulder and tapping it before walking away.


    I drew in a breath and entered the room. Clementine sat on the bed, looking lost.


    Leysapletely avoided me and focused on Clementine.


    "She has not spoken a word," Leysa muttered.


    I nodded awkwardly and sat beside Clementine on the bed.


    "Clementine, are you feeling okay now?" I asked, keeping my distance because I knew Leysa was watching every move I made.


    But it was Clementine. I had wanted her for so fucking long.


    When she lifted her head, I saw the mark on her neck. At that moment, I realized I could not be with her.


    She had chosen her mate. I could not lose Leysa by running back to Clementine, someone I knew would never ept me.


    "I do not understand. What is going on? Where am I?" Clementine whispered, her voice defeated and lost.


    Worry crept in immediately.


    Leysa and I exchanged a nce before looking back at her.


    "You were in Yorick’s pack. Remember? There was a monster," I exined carefully. "Then he rejected you."


    The more I spoke, the more lost she appeared.


    "Who is Yorick?" she asked.


    The moment those words left her mouth, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.


    "Wait. Do you remember me?" Leysa asked, pointing at her chest.


    Clementine studied her face, narrowing her eyes as if forcing recognition.


    "Who are you?" Clementine snapped, her voice rising.


    Then she turned to me.


    "And who the fuck are you? Why am I feeling something with you?" she demanded.


    Leysa shot me a frightened look before gesturing for me to step away from the bed.


    I followed her, and we stood together in the corner of the room.


    "We need to take her to Ian. It is getting bad," Leysa said.


    The tone of her voice sent goosebumps down my spine.


    "Why, Ian? I am not asking because I am going to take her to him. I am just curious. Is there something you know that I do not?" I questioned.