Chapter 22

I hadn't spoken to Xavier at school, and I wondered if he even knew Andrew was my mate. A wave of sadness washed over me, dragging me into a pit of despair. Yet that despair morphed into a burning anger. How could the Goddess be so cruel? Of course, no answers came forth. If Xavier wasn't meant to be my mate, then why had I been dreaming of him for so long?

Long before I even knew he was real. I recalled every moment of those dreams with vivid clarity. I hoped—no, I believed—there was a deeper meaning hidden within those recurring dreams. I drifted off to sleep, Xavier's cocky smile and captivating eyes lingering in my mind and my heart.

While Xavier occupied my thoughts as I slipped into uneasy sleep, he wasn't the one who invaded my dreams. I awoke before dawn, well before the birds began their morning songs. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt the need to clench my fists so tightly that my brittle nails left crescent-shaped imprints in my palms. A few had even b