Chapter 11
Michael’s POV
Her skin under my hands. The sound of her breath catching. The way her voice shook when she said she loved me, a confession I never earned.
And then my own words, cruel as a blade.
I reject you, Selene of Bloodfang.
Her eyes went wide, first shock, then pain so deep it made her stumble. She ran, half-dressed, tears streaming. I let her go. Told myself it was the right thing.
But that night, I felt the bond tear. I felt the hole she left behind.
Even now, years later, I woke finding a lump in my throat.
When I woke up, sweat dropping down my skin, my hands shook. The moonlight seeping through the c***k by the window reminded me of the hurt I had caused her.
“Enough,” I muttered to no one in particular.
“It was supposed to fade.” I continued in the empty
