I grab the duvet to my chest, feeling frightened and vulnerable. Frantically, I wipe my tears, feeling the need to be a bit composed right now. Whatever this is, I need to stay clear-headed. But it's hard to be a hundred percent clear-headed with him being so close with his shredded body hovering next to my naked body.
"Are you slow?" He scoffs, wrapping his fingers tighter around my arm. "You don't know what a rejection is?"
"I do." I wince slightly, looking at him. His cold stare penetrates the warm walls of my heart, icing them up.
His words reverberate in my head again, and I'm shocked by the name he pronounced in his rejection. Chester Albern. Head-Alpha of the West Hill Packs. Is that even logical? I woke up next to the infamous Chester Albern. And wait, he's my mate?
How does th
