AMANDA'S POV
Gloria had no idea she'd just saved me from Donovan's punishment. But that didn't stop the sting in my chest as I watched him carry her away.
Everyone saw it. Everyone knew she was faking that twisted ankle—the way she'd thrown herself at him, the way she'd clung to his neck like a drowning woman. She hadn't needed a nurse. She'd needed an audience.
And she'd gotten one.
My hands curled into fists at my sides. He's my mate. I didn't care if he was dating Gloria. I didn't care that my wolf hadn't fully awakened. The bond was still there—strong enough that every time he touched another woman, something in my chest cracked open.
Too bad Donovan only paid attention to me when he wanted to hurt me. When he wanted to wreck my life.
By the time they disappeared fr
