Haynes

As we drive to Simon’s pack, I look over at my mate. She’s staring out the window, and I can feel her nervousness through our bond.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

She turns and looks at me, smiling bashfully. She’s used to worrying on her own without anyone noticing or caring. She’s still struggling with me being in her mind, constantly focused on her thoughts and emotions. She loves it when we’re in bed together, but at times like this, she forgets, and I think it ...