Chapter 18
It was the first month Tessa had spent aboard the cruise ship. She gazed at the endless flow of exciting “news” on her phone, feeling an unexpected sense of happiness.
Most importantly, she was no longer affected by the irrelevant matters that once weighed her down.
Leaving the pack meant no one could contact her.
The ship had everything she could need, but sometimes she still felt a pang of loneliness.
Her wolf, Clara, was sluggish every day, mourning the loss of her mate,
“I miss our mate,” Clara said.
“We no longer have a mate,” Tessa replied nonchalantly. “That kind of mate isn’t worth having.”
“Do you think we’ll meet a new mate? Clara asked with a hint of hope.
Tessa fell silent.
Compared to the failed relationship she had endured or the thought of facing another mate who might betray her, she would rather embrace the solitude.
The ship arrived in Naples early this morning
Buildings unlike any she had ever seen appeared before her, just as she had imagined.
It was 6 a.m., and everything was calm and perfect.
Seagulls flew overhead, their calls sweet to the ears.
Tessa smiled, but when she turned, she locked eyes with a man standing on the deck of the ship next to h
“Mate,” Clara whispered, her voice filled with disbelief.
Tessa and the man both froze.
“We’ve found our new mate!” Clara exclaimed, excitement in her voice.
Tessa was just as stunned.
She had met her fated mate again, and even more coincidentally, they owned the same cruise
to hers
Tessa blinked, recalling that when she bought the cruise, the salesperson had mentioned that there were only two ships like this in the world.
The vastness of the world had led them to meet.
It was fate.
Tessa studied the man in front of her. He seemed mature and composed, and he stared at her for a long time when their eyes met. Tessa offered him a small smile, but before either of them could say anything, the ships started to drift apart, heading in different directions.
By the time the sun rose, the other ship had caught up with hers. Tessa saw the man standing outside again, unsure if he was admiring the breathtaking view or waiting for someone.
He held a bottle of red wine in his hand, dressed in casual clothes, but there was something about his strong, confident stature that set him apart from ordinary werewolves.
He called out to her politely, offering an invitation
“Would you like to try some wine?” he asked, gesturing to the bottle in his hand.
