The green light was on, then. All arrangements were off.
I was going to put my heart in her hands, bare my soul, and let her decide what to do with me. Crush me, save me—it didn’t matter anymore. I was hers.
Mate or not.
And then... she had the audacity to look me in the eye and say the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard.
“I’m going to find my mate and leave the pack.”
*What?!*
My grip on her waist had tightened instinctively, and I had to force myself to loosen it before I left bruises.
As if I’d let that happen. As if I’d just stand by and let her walk out of my life like she wasn’t the air I f*****g breathed.
*is she serious?*
*Oh, we’ll see,* he snarled darkly, his rage simmering beneath the surface. *She can dream all she wants, but that’s never going to hap
