Michael's POV
Nicole's words struck me like a blade to the chest, sending a cold shiver through my entire body. Renault, my wolf, recoiled as if he had been mortally wounded. His mournful howl echoed in my mind, overwhelming my senses with a wave of grief that left me momentarily numb.
I couldn’t believe Nicole was so vehemently rejecting our mate bond. It felt as though someone had pierced my heart, and I clenched my fists, trying to suppress any sign of vulnerability. She was my mate, yet she was rejecting me.
"I won’t accept your rejection," I declared, though Renault's pain mirrored my own. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, so I stared at the carpet beneath my feet, suddenly finding its intricate patterns far too interesting.
"What do you mean? Do you know I have a wolf now?"
