Mate's Love
he said.
We walked outside. He leaned against a tree, his handsome face, still carrying youthful traces, capable of making my heart flutter.
"Tell me," I urged.
He leaned closer, his breath brushing my ear. "Become my mistress, after I bond with another."
His words were a knife twisting in my heart. My stomach clenched and tears warred within me. How could he be so cruel?
"You cannot let him do this," my inner wolf snarled.
"I know," I replied, glaring at James. "I won't agree."