I stand in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for me and the new guest as my mind keeps repeating his words, "You abandoned me long before we even met. You abandoned your mate." I had no strength left in me to chase him when he finished and left the bedroom to be a bit on his own in the living room. Mate bond. One thing I had put all my faith in. One thing I used as the reason to continue with this useless life. And now I'm losing it because I am a weakling. I stare at the tiled wall ahead of me as I recall how my father said that my mate would abandon me for my weakness.