Sloane’s POV
Blue eyes widen, with frantic disbelief; Kai freezes. The name hits him like a physical blow, making him pull back just enough to meet my eyes. His tear-streaked face crumples, raw shock flashing across his features.
In his mind, I’m supposed to want him. I’m his mate, his past and his future.
"Xavier?" he chokes out, the name said like poison. "You're calling for him? Sloane, no- no, you don't want him. You want me!"
Taking advantage of his shock, I plant both hands against his shoulders and shove him off with everything I have, stumbling back against the cold brick wall of the alcove, gasping for air as the sudden distance snaps the oppressive heat of the mate bond.
"Don't touch me, Kai," I tremble, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I try to pull my scattered strength
