Chapter twenty-eight

"Ann!" I heard Logan yell but I didn't peek back.

I detested myself for feeling this way. He was not my mate. He was someone that I couldn't defy opening my legs for. He was someone who had full dominion over my body. Why would I get jealous merely because he was dancing with a pretty girl?

He was free to do everything he liked. After all, he wasn't my mate. He was free to do all he wanted. He was free to touch anyone and dance with them. All this was apparent to me but it hurt catching a glimpse of his hands on someone else's waist.

I ran further, shunning the steps behind me. I could hear his voice and Diane's but I went on. I loathed the pain that my heart had registered. I hated the tears that fell uncontrollably from my eyes. I hated to concede that I had captured resonant feelings for him.

I could feel footsteps behind me. His voice was calling me to stop but I knew that I had to move forward and escape before it was too much for me to take.

I subconsciously lifted my feet off