DIANA
Axel let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. His shoulders were tense, and he still wasn’t looking at me. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready,” he said finally.
That was it? I stared at him, waiting for more, but he had already turned slightly, like he wanted the conversation to end.
My mouth opened, words ready to come out, questions flooding my head, but I didn’t get the chance.
Then the doorbell rang.
Axel glanced toward the front door, then looked back at me with an unreadable expression. “Hold on,” he said and walked off.
I stood there frozen. My heart was pounding and my thoughts were loud. What could he possibly be hiding? Why couldn’t he just tell me now?
Why wait?
We were supposed to be building trust. We were mates. This wasn’t how I thought it would go. I didn’t
