Amelia's POV
"Amelia! Amelia! Please wait." Ryder chased after me.
"I'm sick and tired of all this, Ryder." I spat and turned to leave, but he held me back.
"Please, let's talk. We deserve to celebrate our victory—"
"That's what you care about?" I was taken aback. "You know what, if you want to celebrate so badly, why don't you celebrate with your mate, Tara?"
"What did I do wrong, Amelia? Please tell me." Ryder pleaded.
I couldn't let him beg me. I couldn't look at those lips of his and not want to kiss him.
I had been through a lot that day. First, Tara walked in on us. I overheard Rogan calling me a lowlife and a commoner, got tricked and almost kidn*pped, and now I was reminded that I was nothing.
"Ryder, who am I to you? I need to know. I need to know that I'm not the only one
