TWENTY

*CAHIR*

... I – I reject you!

I slammed my fists against the desk and pushed away from it. Those words – Those unsure words spoken with fear and hatred made my heart feel funny I rubbed a fist across my chest in annoyance and against my better judgement, I moved to the room where my mate was curled up in bed.

My mate.

At twenty-seven, I had already given up the idea of ​​a woman tying me down. She-wolves were a hassle I never wanted to take on but this one –

She had tears staining her face as she slept. Her brows furrowed and her trembling bottom lip stuck out. I brushed her hair back and pulled the covers over her.

“Please, let her go –” She choked, her eyes tightening as she whimpered. “Rena is innocent –” She turned and a choked sob escaped her lips. Then tears wet her lashes as she grew more distressed.

Fuck.

What was it about this woman that made me want to shoulder her burdens? Looking at her so small in the bed, curled up and crying, I ached to find every and anyone who had eve