RYLAN'S POV
The minute we stepped into the pack house, my eyes landed on Jaylin, fuming at the entrance of the pack house. From the way her nose was scrunched, to the way her lips thinned with defiance, it was obvious she'd gotten wind of the situation at the mountains.
She covered the distance between us, shoving Amara to the side. She batted her eyelids, visibly angry. “Rylan sweetheart, I heard what happened…” Her voice trailed off. Jaylin traced her hands over my face, and I stiffened.
After my breakup with her three years ago, every streak of emotions I felt died. I loved Jaylin like my life depended on it. To the world, the mating might've looked like a pack alliance. I was ready to give up on my chances of finding my fated mate to be with her.
Yet, she flopped it. Shattered m
