Leo’s words hung in the air. My eyes widened into the size of saucers.
“But… I thought…” My voice trailed off.
Leo looked up, his eyes meeting mine. “We were chosen mates, Hazel. Not fated.”
“Chosen mates?” I repeated, trying to make sense of his words.
“Yes,” Leo nodded slowly. “Helena and I chose to be mated to each other. I have never met my fated mate.”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I know what chosen mates mean. I just thought…”
I thought that Leo’s obsession with me stemmed from losing his fated mate—my twin sister, Helena. I thought that the pull of his bond with her was what drove him to such an insane idea of having me replace her. I thought that he was consumed by his grief.
But a chosen mate did not have the same bond as a fated mate. While he would still feel immense pain from losing his chosen mate, it wasn’t nearly the same as if Helena had been his fated mate. The bond wouldn’t be the same.
