Cloette's POV
It takes so much of my strength to force the words out of my mouth again. Innocent of what’s coming, I repeat, “Use me as your false mate until you're ready to introduce your real mate to your pack.”
His clenched face rattles my nerves, but I refuse to falter.
“Cloette,” he says, doing his best to sound nice, but fails. “Whatever it is that you’re trying to pull, I’m not into it.”
A heatwave flushes through my chest then advances through my every muscle. Certainly and positively, Mr. Acosta senses my pain. It’s another rejection, huh? He precedes me from walking. Just when he’s at the bottom of the stairs, he notices that I’m not moving away from the same spot. He turns to face me. I look down to him while he looks up to me.
“Stop being bullheaded, will you?” he says.
