He was failing as a mated male.
The weight of the world was on his shoulders, but the one thing he cared about most was Bethany. How could he make her happy? How could he make everything up to her?
For two weeks, he’d watched her heal from her injuries. That rogue had done a number on her, and he blamed himself. Unlike him, she didn’t heal almost instantaneously. She was human, delicate, and his f*****g responsibility.
Now she acted like their relationship was a mistake, and he had no clue what step to take next.
“Everything I do is for you, Bethany. You have to know that.”
She twirled to face him, her eyes narrowed. “Is that why you’ve been busy with everyone except me? I don’t even know why I’m here anymore. You don’t even sleep in our bed.”
He swallowed hard. Her tone was clipped,
