I ripped myself away from Blake, the formerly comfortable heat and sparks now feeling like they were burning me. My chest hurt, and my wolf was whimpering. That, however, just made me more angry. Even when my rational side was not wanting Damien, but realizing I couldn't reject him if he wasn't "offically" my second chance mate yet, she was drooling over him. She didn't have a right to be acting like she was the one hurt right now.
"Are you serious?" I hissed through clenched teeth, folding my arms over my chest.
Blake didn't respond, so I just walked around the back of my desk, sitting in my desk chair. My jaw was locked, and I was forcing back a growl. I didn't want to say anything I would regret, but I was angry. It felt like just when I had let him in, just when I was geniunely happy
