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Alpha Tate’s POV

Glancing darkly at the closet door rattling in a rhythmic pattern, I decide it’s time to call it a night.

In the morning, I will let Kit reject me back.

I was fooling myself to even think that she might ever want to be with me.

There is no way to earn her love like she has for Colin, who never damaged her like I did.

To hear the way that she explained how she truly feels about me…a resistant attraction that she despises, and how she not only adores, but loves and desires to be with Colin and only him…I cannot put her through that torment anymore.

She deserves happiness. Even if it isn’t with me.

And I don’t deserve my mate at all after what I have done to her.

Slamming my bedroom door shut, I consider working out, getting all the frustration out.

But that doesn’t seem enough.

Maybe more alcohol?

There isn’t enough in this giant house to make me forget how I feel about Kit.

My eyes fall on my bed.

Perhaps that is the distraction I need, but not Sarah.

Never her.

Not af