Alec’s

There wasn't any one time I felt any attraction to her. In fact, I always felt the opposite. I felt irritated when it came to Sadie Evans. It irritated me how I would often catch her staring at me with a dreamy look or how she would find ways to try and touch me. I just hated it, so I went to great lengths to avoid her.

Now, though, I wonder if, at a deeper level, she had sensed we were mates. That would explain why she felt what she did for me, even though I never once felt the same.

It's funny how the woman I've spent most of my teenage and adult life looking down on turned out to be my mate. I never once imagined that my sister's best friend would turn out to be my mate.

Lola had been everything I wanted in a mate. Beautiful, sexy, intelligent and strong. While Sadie had been the opposite. I'm not saying she wasn't any of those things back then, but she didn't really put any effort into cultivating who she was. It's like she was okay with just being plain and unattractive.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I must admit that I don't know what to do with the current Sadie. She's become everything I admire in a woman. Too bad her crush is long dead, and she hates my fucking guts.

I take a deep breath and sigh, just as a small body collides with the back of my legs. I almost fall forward, but catch myself before I do. Turning sharply, my breath freezes when I see Aspen rubbing her chin. "I'm sorry Mr." she says, looking up at me with the same green eyes. "I didn't look where I was going."

"It's okay sweetheart, there is no harm done," I squat to her level so that we are at almost the same level. "Are you hurt?"

Fuck. This feels amazing. I still can't believe that Sadie and I made this beautiful and bubbly creature in front of me.

Before, I used to think that night was the worst night of my life. Now, though, I consider it the best, because the end result is Aspen. I may not remember sleeping with Sadie, but it doesn't really matter because our daughter is the product of that night.

"No, I'm not hurt, but are you okway?" She asks, her head tilted and her wide green eyes staring at me with concern.

"Why do you ask, sweetheart?"

"Because you look sad."

I don't know what made me do it, but I just found myself saying, "I did something wrong. I hurt someone and she's very mad at me."

Aspen raises her hand and softly places it on my jaw. Cupping my jawline gently.

"All you have to say is sorry," she whispers in a sweet voice, her eyes enchanting me. "Mommy always tells me that if you do something bad, then you have to apolowgwise. Have you said sorry?"

I know it won't be that simple when it comes to Sadie, but Aspen is right. I haven't said sorry. I haven't even apologized for the hell I've put her through... But even if I did, would she accept it?