chapter 17

Marabella My brain seems to sputter at his words; I must have heard that wrong or understood it wrong. I blink, staring dumbfounded at his words. What do I say to that when I have a mate? Jonah has a mate out there, somewhere. As much as I want for his words to be true, I know once he finds his mate, I will be tossed aside. Like I always am. The unseen. I feel my emotions become a storm and comb my fingers through my hair, trying not to look directly into his gorgeous eyes. Suddenly the thought of being invisible to Jonah makes my chest squeeze uncomfortably. I wish that he could be my mate. Things would be so much simpler. Why couldn’t I have one thing go right? Yet what we want and what we get are usually two different things. Jonah isn’t mine, no matter how much I wish he could be. No matter how many times I prayed to find him as my mate. Despite everything I ever wanted and dreamed of, nothing changes the fact that he isn't mine. Jonah doesn’t belong to me. And never will. Being wi