He pressed his hand against mine, and I braced myself for the feelings that didn't come. "I don't understand..." I breathed.
He hooked his finger under my chin and lifted my chin to meet his gaze. "Why did you think I was your mate?" He asked.
He didn't sound angry.
He was genuinely curious.
"I'm so sorry, I thought it must have been you because my wolf knows you," I mumbled. Now, I'm even more confused.
"That doesn't answer my question, Ayla." He croaked.
I took a deep breath, "I felt my mate being intimate with someone." I whispered, keeping my eyes on him.
His eyes switched to black, and a low growl hummed from his chest. "I'm so sorry, Ayla." He whispered before turning and dashing out of my room.
I stood there rooted to the spot. I couldn't move. I couldn't work out what had j
