Solitude of self-pity

Isabella P.O.V.

I reach the cottage in no time, following my own scent in the woods. Emerald is vibrating in anger over the unfairness of it all, and I can’t do anything but agree with her. First we are mated to that good-for-nothing son of a bitch, Jeff, and then our second chance is already with someone else. What the fuck, Selene?! I shift back, part of my mind registering my clothes didn’t tear but is perfectly fine when I back in human form.

I walk inside to wallow in self-pity, but decide that will do me nothing at all. Instead I go outside to work on the firepit. I go to change clothes, and start working. It needs more work then I initially thought, but the workout gives me enough to think about, so my mind doesn’t constantly swirl around my mate and his woman. Ugh!

‘We haven’t felt any pain, or anything, doll. Maybe it isn’t as we thought?’ Emerald says, trying to brighten my mood.

‘She had her hands on him, and he didn’t even remove it. He didn’t tell her to get lost. He