Brielle
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umiliation, burning and miserable, nearly ate me alive as I ran full-tilt through the front door of our dormitory, and streaked back up the stairs toward my room. My roommate hadn’t been there when Gael dropped us off, but after fifteen minutes of waiting, I’d come back down to grab my own suitcase. Of course, it hadn’t been there. So I’d wandered out front, looking for Gael—and heard his voice coming from the back of the building.
What I’d heard after that nearly broke me. The man, Kane, thought I was his mate? And he didn’t want me because I was too weak?
All my worst fears were confirmed in that one moment, and I didn’t stop to think, just bolted. I was going to take a shower hot enough to burn away the embarrassment of this awful encounter, and then never make eye contact
