The Mate He Rejected
A wave of fierce, overwhelming relief swept through my veins, so intense it made my hands tremble against her waist.
"He was never your mate," I whispered, my voice thick with a raw, vibrating emotion I couldn't suppress.
Meghann turned her head, looking up into my eyes. Her green eyes were wide, searching my face as the truth settled into her own mind. The heavy, lingering shadow of her past—the shame of being rejected, the feeling of being discarded and unloved—was evaporating right before my eyes, replaced by a bright, burning clarity.
"He was never my mate," Meghann repeated, the words falling from her lips like a quiet vow. A tear spilled over her cheek, but this time, it was not a tear