Jane

My heart races, and my palms grow sweaty as my eyes lock with his. A mix of anger and longing swirls inside me, conflicting emotions that threaten to overwhelm me. My breath catches in my throat. Do I look attractive to him now? Does he want me now? If yes, I’ll make him beg before I even consider taking him back.

“What are you doing here? What the hell?” he roars when he realizes the girl he’s about to hit on is his rejected mate. His gaze disappoints me, shattering ...