“Zephyr.”
“Don’t,” Zephyr took a step back, eyes fixed on his mate Lily. She was only inches away from him, her eyes unreadable under the white lights. “What do you want from me?” Zephyr’s voice was calm. But deep inside was a searing pain. His bones were quaking, his wolf snarling, with his heart pounding in his chest. The feeling overwhelmed him with a mix of emotions that he couldn’t figure out.
“You are with Ryker now, so let’s move along with our lives.” He said. His eyes lingered on her a second before striding for the elevator, but just about walking past Lily, she held him by the arm. Her fingers were soft and warm.
“Zephyr, please wait,” she said in a melancholic tone, and he turned to meet her piercing brown eyes. They were slightly wet, whether it was sadness or regret he cou
