Selene's lip trembled, but she quickly masked it, tilting her chin defiantly. "I'm not your fated mate, but what if you are my fated mate?" she asked.
Damian didn't hesitate. "I don't feel that kind of connection with you."
The truth in his words and the manner he had said it, crushed Selene.
Her nails dug into her palms, as she took in sharp and uneven breaths. "Neither did you with Evelina at first." Her voice wavered, but she pushed through. "You didn't know she was meant for you for a long while, did you?"
Damian stiffened.
Selene took a step closer, her golden eyes giving off a bit of spark. "Then maybe I just need time. Maybe I just need to make you see it."
Damian clenched his jaw. "Selene—"
"I'll keep trying," she whispered. "Just like Evelina did."
Damian's wolf, Storm, snarled in his mind. "You're not Evelina," Damian's voice edged. "Plus she wasn't trying. It just happened when the Moon Goddess wanted it to."
