"I will take away your pain. You don't have to hurt like this, you don't have to feel like you are dying on the inside." He says in such a seductive tone, his scent infecting my body with its heady madness, "Let me heal your soul as only I can. " I hear him whisper into my ear, his warm breath sending tingles of desire through my traitorous body and stirring the heat in my core.
I choke on a sob, or is it a moan? Ag, it makes me hate myself even more. It makes me hate the mate pull, something I treasured and was grateful to have found. Now it only turns my stomach because now... now that my bonded mate is dead, everything I felt for him will now be what I feel for his killer. My first mate is dead, and my second mate is the one to blame.
"I'd rather die." I manage to say with my burning
