#Chapter 65: Undiscovered Feelings

Kayla Noah stood there silently, watching me with those steady, unflinching eyes of his, waiting for me to say something. Anything. But the weight of his words still lingered in the space between us, and there was no shaking them. Fated mate. The phrase kept looping on repeat in my head, over and over, as if I could somehow make sense of it if I just let it bounce around the inside of my skull for long enough. "Noah..." I started, but even I wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence. His lips pressed into a thin line, as if he already knew what was coming. “I’m not saying you’re wrong,” I admitted slowly, the words tasting strange as they left my mouth. “Maybe you are my fated mate. But—” I hesitated, glancing down at the slushy pavement beneath us. “I don’t have a wolf.” Noah didn’t react right away. His hands stayed buried in his jacket pockets, his eyes never leaving my face. Not that it wasn’t common knowledge that I was wolfle