Lyra continued to watch his as he writhed on the bed, sweating profusely despite his opened windows and the cold weather.
What manner of a man was this? She couldn't tell.
As his mate, she was supposed to feel his pain. He was in pains, oh yes.
And the mate bond was supposed to make their souls tethered to each other , to the extent they'd both be able to feel sad whenever the other was in pains, as well as feeling their pains with them.
But despite this, ever since she got mated to Damien, she'd never felt his and she wasn't sure he'd felt hers either. If he did, he'd never made it known.
Or was the curse placed on his ancestors the cause? Just what was? Why couldn't they act like other mates who've taken the vow before the moon and consummated it with he Mating ceremony? Just what.....
She stripped out of her gold robe and advanced towards the king sized bed he laid on. There was only one way to find out.
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