Freya's pov
"Why are you denying our mate bond?" I repeated, my voice shaking with emotion. I could see the shock register on Logan's face, as if he couldn't quite believe I'd had the audacity to speak of such a thing out loud. But I was done playing games, done pretending I didn't feel the powerful connection between us. It was exhausting, and it was making me miserable. So I stood my ground, determined to make him see that I was worthy of his respect and affection.
"If you don't want me, reject me," I demanded, my voice a trembling wreck. I could feel my heart shattering into a million pieces with each passing second. He was my mate and he knew it, but he refused to acknowledge it. And I was tired of being treated like a dirty secret, like some shameful embarrassment.
"Freya,"
