“You can’t hide from her forever, she wants to see you.”
“Why? So she can sob over the misfortune of having a son who is unmated? So she can tell me how, if I just tried harder on finding my bondmate, that I would be so much happier?”
The orb chuckles. “You speak as if being mated would be the end of the universe, Maul.”
“I speak of being a pariah as it is. I don’t need a mother’s sadness weighing on my shoulders because I will not be providing her grandchildren.”
“So I should not answer the current incoming call from her?”
“No.”
Marching past Marketh’s orb, I roughly shove my bedroom door open. I don’t need shit like this today when I’m trying to leave on a job.
I grab the bag off the closet floor and pull the only clothing I have that isn’t uniforms out. Two sets of pants and three shirts. It’s not much, but it’s all I’ll need for the trip.
Shoving them into the bag, I growl at myself. If the woman would just accept I am her failure she would be much happier.
I’ve accepted it.