Isla's POV:

　　I couldn't breathe evenly as I stood stuck at the entrance of the kitchen. For some reason I had imagined Alpha Caden following me to the kitchen and punishing the hell out of me for being so careless around him. I winced as I touched the mark on my neck, feeling a cold connection to him. I felt his hate and disgust for me, and I felt the same for him. I was his mate, but he was not mine. I almost thought he was right behind me but to my relief, when I glanced ...