Page 88 of His True Mate
He’d said no.
He’d refused to claim me.
He didn’t want me.
The pain of that reality was even harsher in the light of day.
I was humiliated and horrified by my behavior, but I was seeing things very clearly now.
If Clay wasn’t going to claim me then I had no reason to be here. There was nothing else to say or do. He’d made up his mind and now I had to live with that.
I choked back a sob as emotions overwhelmed me.
I pulled out a bag and started shoving clothes into it realizing quickly that the single bag I’d arrived with no longer fit all of my things.
Feeling homesick and frustrated, I found my cell phone and called the number my mother had programmed in.
“Hello?” Mom answered.
I sobbed hearing her voice.
“Mom?”
“Winnie? Are you okay? What’s the matter sweetie? Where are you?”
“I’m safe,” I managed to say. “I just needed to hear your voice.”
“We miss you, sweetie.”
“I miss you too, Mom.”
“Is that why you’re crying?”
I shook my head even knowing she couldn’t see me.
“Winnie?”
“I’m here.”
“Why’s upset my girl?”
“He doesn’t want me.”
“Who doesn’t want you?”
“Clay. He’s my true mate.”
“Winnie, I’m sure that’s not the case. If he’s your true mate, trust me, he wants you,” my dad said.
I could hear them talking and realized Mom had put me on speaker.
“Are you two alone?” I asked.
“We are. It’s safe to talk.”
“I’m in Collier Pack. I know what you said about large Packs, but it’s not like that at all. Everyone’s real nice and I’m safe here.”
It dawned on me that my parents didn’t seem surprised to hear about Clay.
