The run didn't help, nor did the cold shower. The image of his sky-blue eyes and that breathtaking smile refused to leave her mind. Zoriana hated how desperately she wanted her mate, even when it seemed he hadn't chosen her. She threw a silk robe over her lace camisole and poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling.
“Pathetic," she thought. “My husband chose his fated mate over me, and now my fated mate has chosen his fiancée over me. What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Nothing. They are fools who cannot see your worth,” Kalina replied proudly. However, Zoriana could feel her wolf’s facade cracking; Kalina was trying to act strongly to disguise the agonizing sting of a fated mate’s rejection.
Zoriana opened the balcony door, ready to lose herself in the night air and the stars, b
