"So I can't pretend like nothing happened, and my wolf had that reaction." I shrugged. "I have to know this, Michael. I'd rather hear it from you than ask Sasha."
Michael looked at me hesitantly with his brown eyes, and I looked back at him with determined eyes.
"Okay," Michael muttered. He put his hand on his hair and grabbed it twice. "She's a friend of mine."
Friend? Joanna's passion for Michael wasn't like Sasha's. Her actions were too passionate.
I took a deep breath and asked the question lingering in my mind for a long time.
"An ex-girlfriend?"
Michael looked at me stiffly without nodding or shaking his head.
I quietly waited for his answer. As he said, if he wanted me to be honest with him, he should also be honest with me. It was mutual. As his mate, I thought I deserved to get an honest answer from Michael.
There was another long silence, and I saw Michael nod slowly.
