Parker POV
I could smell her the second I walked into the club. Her scent flared my worry and rage. Rage at nobody but myself. I hurt my mate. I made her think terrible things about herself and it’s killing me. I was purely jealous. Nothing else to it. I let my own insecurity with our relationship ruin the good thing we had going, and I’ll be damned if I sit around and wait for the problem to fix itself. She’s my mate. That alone makes her the most perfect being to me, and I plan on groveling at her adorable feet if that’s what it takes to get her to listen to me. That’s what I thought, anyway, until I found her.
She was sitting in a crowded area, as close as she could possibly be to Marcus Meyers. He runs his fingers down her shoulder and rage pools inside me. I’m going to kill him.
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