Bastian

“What are you going to do about this, Bastian?” I look up at my father as he towers over me. “Don’t look at me like that! You really fucked this up.”

I scrub my hands over my face and sigh. “I know what I’ve done. But I was following what you’ve always told me about rogues.”

“Do not turn this on me, boy! You have a mind of your own; you should have used it! How could you reject your mate? It shouldn’t have mattered who you thought Lillian was; you should have accepted her!”

My father yelling at me is all well and good, but it won’t change anything. I was stupid, and I lost my mate because of my actions.

My parents have been good friends with the Dalgaard’s for years. So why then didn’t I recognise Lillian?

I feel so stupid, but I have no one to blame but myself.

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