The Mad King's Mate
“Kill me. Please, just kill me.”
He traces his fingers down my cheek “You know I can’t do that, love.” He coos.
“KILL ME!”
“I, Arkan Reznor, King of the West, reject you, Evelyn Drayden, as my mate.”
Pain blossom in my chest, spreading around my body like molten lava. It is horrible. Like a thousand prickling needles being shoved into my body.
Is this what rejection feels like?
No!
This isn’t rejection.
It’s betrayal.