AMANDA’S POV
I could barely remember how I'd gotten from the Alpha mansion to school. My entire body was still on fire—every inch of skin Donovan had touched, every place his hands had lingered. No other man would ever make me feel this way. I hated that I knew that. I hated that it was true.
And my heart wouldn't stop racing. Because of that word. The one that had slipped past his lips before he could catch it.
Mate.
So he did acknowledge it, somewhere deep down. He wasn't completely lost. He wasn't entirely cold.
I hugged my backpack tighter to my chest—partly to steady the wild thumping in my ribs, partly to make myself smaller. Invisible. No one could know what had happened between us this morning. No one could see the heat still lingering on my skin.
I hadn't even
