“I’m sorry I overreacted…I’m sorry for saying something like that.”

“You didn’t overreact, I’m always the one pushing my nose where it doesn’t belong. I deserved it.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Then what else do you expect me to say? Have I not done enough, Quinn? My f*cking mark is on your neck and yet you still refuse to acknowledge me as your mate. What else must I do?”

“Nothing…” Quinn breathed. “I know you’re my mate, I know ...