“What do you want, Frankie? Shouldn’t you be off chasing Lady Keegan’s skirt?” I questioned coldly.
“Nikki, it isn’t even like that. Would you please let me explain myself?” Frankie pleaded.
“Explain what, Frankie? How you used me as a distraction, as a w***e. I thought you were different from other guys. You have an agreement to choose someone else if you don’t find your fated mate. So, messing around with other she-wolves to get your kicks in the meantime is okay?” I asked, and tears began flowing down my cheeks once again. Frankie took a step toward me, and I took a step back. “Don’t,” I said, raising my hand to stop him.
Frankie sighed and swiped his hand over his face in frustration, and then he took a deep breath and began to speak. “There are several reasons I didn’t say anythi
