Declan POV
Nia is sitting on the bed, staring at her half-eaten breakfast when I enter the room, and for a split second I wonder what she is thinking. Dammit, Declan, when did you turn into a lovesick puppy?
This is what she-wolves do, I think to myself as I adjust my mask into its place. Zoning in on the other one’s feelings and needs. That clingy, desperate thing they do that irritates me so much.
That is it! I decide. I am going to reject her right here and now and … oh, dear Goddess! I gasp as my throat closes and the pressure on my chest is immense. Suddenly, I cannot breathe, but I also want to run and hide.
“Master?” Nia frowns when she sees me. “Is something wrong?”
I cannot do anything other than look at her and hold my chest.
“Do you need a doctor?” She asks as she gently t
