Zane pov.
If there’s another word that could describe how I feel, I’d use it. Because jealousy wasn’t enough. It didn’t even come close. What I felt burned deeper—raw, violent, like something feral was clawing to get out of me. I wanted to rip his head apart.
He’s her fated mate.
Then what about me?
What the hell am I supposed to be? A replacement? A distraction until fate decides to pull her back to him?
Even though she won’t admit it, the mate bond’s been bothering her more than it should. I see it in her eyes every time his name is mentioned, the way her body stiffens slightly before she pretends to be fine. She thinks she hides it well, but she doesn’t. And maybe that’s what hurts most.
Because no matter what she says, it’s there. The pull. The bond. The thing I’ll never have wit
