Dylan’s POV
My blood boiled and it was taking all that I had in me to not lash out at her. The look of defeat in her eyes was sending me over the edge and that was when it dawned on me.
“You wouldn’t have told me if you weren’t in heat that night?” I asked, my eyes boring deep into hers as she also stared back at me.
I could hear Boris growl and I understood his anger. We’re mates and we’re not supposed to keep things from each other.
We’re supposed to be as transparent as possible to each other and getting to know that my mate wouldn’t have told me about her birthday if it wasn’t for that night made me angry.
“I… I would’ve told you.” She stuttered, the fear evident in her eyes as she spoke and I hated it. It was one thing for my mate to respect me and another thing for her to be sca
