Chapter 107: Training Session with Mates
TERESA’S P.O.V.
The fading sunlight bathed the clearing in golden hues, and I felt Lucian’s hand brush against mine. The warmth of his touch made my pulse quicken.
"I wish I could see you right now," he murmured, his voice low and raw, catching me off guard. "I know it’s just been a few days, but I miss your face, Teresa."
My breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice throwing me into a whirlpool of emotions. For a moment, I forgot the pain, the anger, the humiliation and the ache in my chest that he’d caused. But just as quickly, those memories rushed back like a slap to my face.
"You always know what to say, don’t you?" I tried to sound unaffected, but my voice wavered slightly.
He tilted his head, his blank eyes seeming to pierce through my defenses. "It’s not about knowing what to say, Teresa. It’s about speaking the truth."
Before I could respond, Adrian’s smooth voice floated over, a mixture of amusement and irritation. "Lucian, stop flirting with your mate and come start your training."
"Your mate." I tested the words on my lips, my heart skipping a beat. The word ’mate,’ felt heavy, strange, and almost magical.
Lucian let out a low, wicked chuckle. "Adrian’s just bitter because my mate is utterly stunning." He leaned in, his voice dipping to a tone meant only for me. "I pray to the goddess that one day you’ll feel what I do—the sheer bliss that comes with hearing people speak of you that way. Teresa, every time I think of you, it’s like the world fades away, and all I can feel is the euphoria of knowing you’re mine."
My heart raced at his words, but my mind pushed back. Soulmates? Destined love? How could someone who was meant for me cause so much pain? Was it even possible for a soulmate to shatter the other? Why had he done what he did? I couldn’t look past the agony of being discarded like some fleeting fling—of being cut out of his life and treated as if I didn’t matter.
Now, it all made sense—why Juliette and the others had kept their distance after he ordered them to. But why? Why would he do all that? And now, here he was, weaving promises of love that sounded as sweet as honey. Was it genuine, or was he pulling me back into his orbit only to leave me stranded again?