Craved By The Cursed Hockey Alpha
My legs felt like butter when he let go of me, the cold air that rushed into the space where his body had been felt like a preview of every cold night that was coming.
He turned to face Kirsten fully. Something in his expression hardened.
“Nate, don’t—” Kirsten started, her voice a cracked whisper, her wet eyes frantic with plea.
He didn’t let her finish.
“I, Nate Calloway of the SilverCrest Pack, reject you, Kirsten Dawn, as my mate.”
Kirsten screamed.
The sound erupted from her chest like she was being torn in half. Her knees buckled and she doubled over.
Her fingers clawed at the grass and when she lifted her face, blood was trickling from her nostril.