Brooke’s POV
I sat up and was a bed I didn’t recognize. My tiger blanket was on the bed though so this must be my room? Ugh, I felt awful. My head hurt, and my body was sore. I walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was half wiped makeup smeared across my face, and then I remembered the night before. That was super weird. I don’t think I’ll ever drink again.
It wasn’t the alcohol. It was our mate.
What did he do?
He wasn’t faithful. It hurts us when he isn’t faithful.
Oh. I thought for a minute and replied, well technically we weren’t married. So he was free to do whatever he wanted. Besides, it didn’t hurt that bad today at least.
Our heart closed a bit. It won’t hurt as mu
