Soren
I hadn't seen Felix all weekend.
Saturday and Sunday were a haze of retreat forty-eight hours from the world in my room pretending I wasn't rewinding Friday night on a loop. The kiss. The wait. Holly's voice over the phone and the way Felix left with her and I was standing there playing dumb in his shirt like an i***t.
My wolf kept whining non stop. The mate bond tugged, ached, caused me to feel as hollow as a cave in my chest every time I heard his footfalls in the corridor. He tried texting Saturday night.
Felix: We need to talk."
Delete.
He tried again Sunday afternoon.
Felix: Soren, please."
Delete.
I told myself I was done. That there's nothing I'm gonna do about this… this impossible, no way good enough, mate bond mess which was worth humiliation.
