Zayne’s POV
Aurora walked past me without slowing down. That was it. No hesitation. No glance. No c***k in the armor she’d built around herself in less than a day.
She carried a small bag over her shoulder, the same one she used when she didn’t plan to stay long. Her fingers were tight around the strap, knuckles pale, like letting go would make her fall apart. Her face was calm, too calm, the kind of calm people wear when they are holding back something catastrophic. She didn’t look at me at that moment. My wolf screamed.
The sound ripped through my bones, raw and violent, echoing inside my skull until my vision blurred. He surged forward, furious, desperate, in agony. He demanded I stop her. Demand she stay. Claim her again before it is too late. She is a mate. Mine. Ours.
I stood fro
