“I’ll be right there.” I stalked out of the room and down the hall, ignoring my lunch, the chair and everyone’s stares. When my team started to follow, I waved them off and they returned to their meal.
Bella wanted to be reassigned? Now? What the hell had happened since I left her? The last time I saw her she was in bed nestled between Rager and Evon, naked and sated from so many orgasms I’d lost count.
Now—just a few hours later—she wanted to leave us completely? Reject our match and be assigned to new mates?
I picked up my pace. Ran. People stepped out of my way, perhaps more from the look on my face than my pace. There was no f*****g way she was getting reassigned. Something had happened with Rager or Evon. Or maybe both, but not with me. No, Bella was mine.
I wasn’t letting her go.
