Third Person POVLyndon had never felt as hurt and humiliated as he felt as he left Andrew's pack mansion.

'Why did you have to mate me with someone who does not want me or our kind of Love, Moon Goddess?' he howled in his mind. He clutched his chest. Oh, it was so painful being rejected either verbally or action - wise by one's mate. And in Lyndon's case, Andrew had rejected him in both ways.

'I guess that's it', he said to himself. He could feel his wolf writhing in pain. 'Since you do not ...