*Arealla*

I hated that he had reduced me to this. I hated that this was what I had become. But here I was, crying on my bed. Brought to tears because of a boy.

Well, a man. A wolf. I wasn’t entirely sure. And that was what stung the most of all of this.

He was supposed to be my mate. It had been one thing when the weakness from the mate bond came because of me. It was one thing when I was the reason that we weren’t connected. But I had an ...