Chapter Thirty-One
***Westleyan***
I haven’t seen or heard from Mila in weeks. It’s affecting my strength. I’ve found my mate and I haven’t marked her, and my wolf is spiraling. I feel cagey and wild, like I could snap at any given moment. What if I never see Mila again?
Hades is frantic, literally pissed to see anyone that isn’t Mila, or doesn’t have new information about her whereabouts.
There’s a knock on my office door. “Go away,” Hades and I both snarl. We don’t want company.
“Westleyan,” a familiar voice calls through the door. I suppress a gag.
Send her away. Hades barks. We have no time for that filth.
She isn’t filth, I reply, but I can’t shake the queasy feeling I have knowing that she’s nearby. The woman I used to love is now physically making me sick.
“Not now, Del
