THE ALPHAS FATED MATE
And yet, she still got in my face and desired to know how she could help me.
Fuck. I might love her.
“Pixie,” I said gently, lifting my hands to her face. I set aside my anger and focused on the betrayal swimming in her eyes. She flinched involuntarily and I shushed her. “I’m not going to hurt you, pixie.”
“Please, Asha,” she begged. “Please be honest with me. Did you really kill your mate?”
I tensed, and I should have known she would ask again, but I wouldn’t have been able to prepare for it either way.