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Crux had to find a way to admit the truth to his mate. Her shoulders were stiff and she held herself as if she'd been injured, not as if she'd had the f*****g of a lifetime the night before.
The thought that he'd hurt her in some way tore him to shreds, and he didn't know how to make it right. He should have told her who she was to him. He should have made that clear before he laid a hand on her.
But he hadn't. And today he was paying the price.
She wanted to go home. She had made that abundantly clear. And if he forced her to go back with him, he'd be no better than a slaver. If he went to Earth with her, he'd be giving up his crown. He couldn't imagine doing that for someone he'd met two days before.
But how could he bring himself to give up his fated mate?
He followed the trail
