Rejected, And Became A Heiress

Chapter 0130

Colin's POV

"...That's what a fated mate is."

I murmur to myself.

"What?" Aidan sits slumped against the wall, frustrated and dejected, shooting me a bitter look. "There you go again, saying weird stuff, Professor."

The three of us-Aidan, Ryan, and I-wait outside Cara's house, careful not to reenter her room and risk making her angrier.

Frankly, I understand perfectly why she's mad. We shouldn't have interrupted her weekend-or, more accurately, their weekend.

"It's nothing," I say. "Just something I remembered from an academic paper I read back in school."

"Just talk about it, man," Ryan groans. "Anything to break this mood. I feel like crap right now."

Our family is known for its talents, and my memory is sharp enough to perfectly recall that article I'd stumbled upon years ago. Slowly, I begin reciting it to them, the words clear in my mind.

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Werewolves are creatures forever in search of their mates.

instinct and yearning, embedded in

with the sacred bond

bonds, the rarest and deepest is the fated

severed so easily. Even if they reject each other, the lingering bond-and destiny-will repeatedly pull them

the meaning of a

*

just about Cara," I explain,

"...Ugh."

an exaggerated sigh, his frustration palpable. "Sounds romantic, but the Goddess has a cruel sense of humor. If it

until now, finally speaks up. "So, no matter

fated mates... or at least they were six years ago," I

mean it's

though hesitation creeps into my voice. "But Alaric marked Lilia a few years ago, so I'm not entirely

forever!" Aidan growls, running a hand through

Cara miscarried, got in a car accident, and had to spend five years in a hospital bed! He broke her

and beg for forgiveness, or I'd stay far, far away from

your voice down, bro," Ryan hisses.

Me?

for a moment, then turn to Ryan. "By the way, didn't Cara ask you

That little guy's