ADRIAN

"Because... you’re my mate."

The words left my mouth and immediately felt too big. Zion froze. Then laughed, rolling off of me. 

“You’re serious?” he asked. “That’s why you’ve been following me? You think I’m your mate?”

I opened my mouth. I meant to say something, but he was already turning away.

“You’ve got the wrong wolf,” he muttered. “I’m not your mate. I’m not anyone’s.”

“But…” I stepped forward, caught ...