Morana’s POV
As if a bucket of freezing water was dumped on me, I froze in the doorway, staring blankly at the body in front of me that was clenching in pain.
My heart throbbed in an unexplainable way as I watched my own body curled in a ball, eyes closed, and writhing.
I wasn’t the one feeling that pain… that heat. It’s him. Logan’s the one feeling all the kickback of the mate’s betrayal, just like how I wished it to me.
But there’s a string in my heart that’s pulling me in the other direction. Was it conscience? Love? Sympathy? I didn’t know.
And before I could make amends to myself what it was I was feeling, my feet started moving on their own accord. Crouching down, I slowly placed my hand on Logan’s shoulder, letting his callous hands touch my smooth and fair-skinned shoulder.
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