I paused for a moment and then I introduce myself to him. “I am Cestia Storm. I am a human. This can't be... This is not possible!”
He scoffed. “But look, here we are already. So yes, this is possible. That my mate is a human.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but immediately closed it. I had a distinct and unmistakable recall of his transitioning from wolf to man. “Why did you say that I am your mate?”
He approached, his presence authoritative yet somehow reassuring. “Because you are. I can smell it,” he said, his eyes unflinching. “Werewolves view the tie between mates as holy. It's a fate-forged bond that is stronger than anything else in the world.”
My pulse quickened, and my thoughts became disorganised. “But I am not a werewolf! I am just... human.”
“That doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone resolute. “Fate doesn’t make mistakes. You’re meant to be mine, Cestia. My mate, my Luna.”
“Luna?”
“My queen,” he clarified, his voice softening. “You would rule beside me, guiding our kind.”
I stared at him, stunned by the weight of his words. None of this made sense. Less than a day ago, I was worrying about my next paycheck, and now I was being told I was destined to be the queen of werewolves?