Nara
I don’t go downstairs after leaving the pool. For some reason, I’m fuming. Does he expect me to be grateful that he doesn’t want to be with Stella and wants me now? The way he was speaking made it seem as if he was sure I would run back into his arms. Too bad, because that’s never going to happen. I’m over him and over the bond he didn't want. I was his unwanted mate.
There’s a soft knock on the door, but I don’t answer. He continues to knock.
“Leave me alone,” I sniff, wiping the tears from my face. Why am I crying? This is stupid!
“I’m sorry, baby,” he breathes. “I’m sorry.” He doesn’t leave, he just stands there until I fall asleep.
The next morning, when I wake up, Kian is in my bedroom. I sit up and face him.
“Good morning,” he greets. I don't acknowledge him.
“I’m leaving
