After I Died, My Ex-mate Begged for My Mercy
“Why do you keep trying to control everything in my life? You rejected me, remember? You have no right to tell me what to do when you're not my mate.”
“But you don't even have a mate, Ashley,” Jason snapped at me, his nose flaring in anger.
I swallowed back the lump forming in my throat, my chin jutting forward as I stared at him in defiance. “I had a chosen mate. His name was Zane. He died, Jason. I should be married now and perhaps pregnant, but he fucking died. Stop acting as if you weren't aware that Zane was in the picture!”
“It's a good thing he died, because I could have killed that bastard myself before he made his vows to you,” he retorted.