Thorne's POV
“I’m not going to have that conversation with you.”
The words came out calm, but inside my chest everything was twisting. Divorce? After the way her body had come apart on my fingers earlier? After the mark, the bond, and the way she still fit against me like she was made for it? I wasn’t ready to touch that bomb. Not tonight.
I turned and walked into the bathroom without another word. I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot spray, letting the water rain down on my shoulders. It did nothing to wash away the storm in my head. I stood there for a long time, hands pressed against the tiles, thinking about how much of a bad person I must be for her to want to leave me this badly. Yes, I knew my reputation. Ruthless alpha. Destroyer of packs. We didn’t meet in the best
