Catching the look on my face, he frowned deeply. “You’ve considered this already, haven’t you?”
How could I not, with the way I felt about her? But I’d f****d it up so badly with her that I had this deep unsettled feeling that I would never be able to repair it. She deserved better than me. She deserved a mate who would cherish her from the very beginning.
If Duke was right, then there was no saving us. My wolf would keep pulling away, desperate to fix a bond that had been amputated at the source, in more ways than one. Her father might have ripped it out, but I’d done my fair share of damage.
My wolf would deteriorate, even go insane. I would not be king for much longer. “I need to apologize to the witches, and then I need to see about the details for leaving for the Snake River Pack.”
