“Wh-what do you mean, it’s me?” Sina asked, a wave of tears welling in her eyes.
Guilt rushed through me because the words had come out that way. I hadn’t meant for Sina to feel bad for marking and mating with the other guys. We were all her mates, but sometimes—hell, most times—I felt left out of the group.
I wanted her to love me just as much as I loved her, just as much as she did the others. Could she ever love me that much? Were all these doubts and insecurities just in my head? Had I ever been built to mate with someone as strong and powerful as her?
“Darius,” she whispered, “talk to me.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
Fuck, I didn’t know what else to say. How could I tell her that I felt left out? I found it so embarrassing, so terrible to say aloud. It wasn’t like they had done something to m
