Not Your Mate
While I was left confused and helpless, Orion entered our bedroom to find my lip bleeding freely.
He hurried to me, concerned as he gathered me in his arms and coaxed me gently, "What's wrong, Elara? Open your mouth!"
There was only me in his green gaze, just like the time before we parted.
He really loved me—I could tell that much from his eyes.
And yet, this werewolf that loved me had betrayed my love.
Reality was at once ironic and paradoxical, was it not?
I pursed my lips, locking my phone screen as I told him, "I'm alright. Just had a nightmare of you dumping me."