The Beta's Regret, She Won't Beg This Time
For five years, Gideon—my brother's Beta—and I had a secret.
We were supposed to announce our mating at the pack's Winter Solstice festival.
Instead, he breathed hot against my ear.
"Babe, we've been sleeping together for five years. I'm bored with you. Find someone else for the marking ceremony, alright?"
I didn't cry. I just gave a calm, simple nod. "Alright."
Only because in my last life, I had begged him through tears to complete the bond.
After he finally marked me, he grew cold.
He never again woke me by rubbing his stubbled chin against my forehead.
Even when we made love, he kept his eyes shut, as if he were with someone else, just using my body.
When I was in agony giving birth to our pup, fighting for my life, he left me.
He was going to comfort his savior, Aveline. The old wound she suffered saving him had relapsed, sending her into a mental spiral.
In that moment, I finally understood.
A mark I had to beg for was nothing but a curse, a wound that would never heal.
This time, I pulled away with a smile, removing his hand from my waist. "You're right. I'm tired of it, too. We're done."