I shrugged. "Why don't you go ask him? He's Alpha of the Blue Moon pack," I informed Jacobs.
Jacobs nodded. "I know who he is. Shouldn't he be coming to rescue his precious little mate?"
"He's not my mate!" I shouted. "And he's probably lip-locking with his red-head slut!"
Jacobs shook his head. "Their not lip-locking. They're howling. The Luna ceremony is tonight."
"I'm sure they will be very happy together," Hefner commented.
"They're not supposed to be together!" I screamed. "He's my mate! We were made for each other! He's shouldn't be with her!" I ranted.
"You said it yourself; he's not your mate," Jacobs stated. "He rejected you. He didn't- and still doesn't- want you."
I shook my head. "He said he wanted me," I argued.
Hefner chuckled. "He lied to you. And you were just naÃÂ
