Chapter 20: _Bright Ideas
As expected, I was right.
After a little walk around the estate, I found Phoebe seated in one of the most secluded gardens.
Hmm... A feisty woman who loved her peace once in a while.
"It seems like she's going to suit your tastes, Negan." Rowland suddenly commented from beside me, forcing me to turn my gaze to him.
"Tastes? You mean to eat?" I asked cluelessly.
I mean, I hadn't ever eaten a werewolf before... So what could he be talking about? Sex, maybe?
"Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean." Rowland grinned, shoving me playfully from the spot where we stood watching Phoebe.
Now I was getting even more lost.
"Oh, come on, Negan. I meant in like a romantic way." Rowland gave up, throwing his hands listlessly into the air. "You haven't shown so much interest in a woman in years. And honestly, if she ticks all your boxes, I think you should go for it. You know we aren't as lucky as pureblood werewolves to always get fated mates."
Ahh... Right.
One of the main reasons why hybrid werewolves were ostracized by Purebloods for centuries was because of our slight disconnection from the moon goddess that made our chances of having a fated mate rare.