Elena's POV.

　　"Elena, give me your hands," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

　　But I didn't move. I was contemplating asking him if he knew we were mates or not. I was tired of this game, tired of trying to figure him out.

　　"Let him help you up," he said, and I stared at him, confused - what type of man was he? At this point, I was tired of this - did he really want me?

　　Let's assume that he really knew I was his mate, but standing in front ...