You and Morrigan are Mates.

But it's complicated... Everything is so complicated.

Ever since you two first looked at each other, you felt something for each other, even before you knew about the Mating Bond. Neither of them had enough courage to accept the bond, so they remained just secret lovers and not mates.

To correct, Morrigan didn't have enough courage for the Mating Bond to be fully established and always made some excuse when you brought it up. Only Feyre and Rhysand knew about the bond you two shared and you respected that, always did.

But at the same time that you understood Mor's fear of rejection because of her sexuality, you were exhausted from this whole game. Of clandestine meetings, just stolen stares that died in seconds, of having to hide the feelings you felt for the love of your life in public.

But that was the thing about illicit affairs, even if you weren't just an affair you couldn't help but feel like one... And your relationship was going downhill day by day because of it. She was slowly losing you. And she knew it.

You were in Morrigan's apartment, lying in her bed after a busy night with a thin blanket and your back to her. You were especially irritated today.

You accompanied Morrigan and the Inner Circle on a trip to Rita’s and Morrigan acted like you were her friend, no, colleague, the entire night. She hadn't even touched you.

Mor sits on the bed pursing her lips as she watches you.

“Honey…” Morrigan starts, but stops mid-sentence knowing you were tired of this. Tired of her fears, tired of feeling unworthy for not being out. Tired of not being taken as her Mate.