Ronald sat on the bed, and Kristen joined him. He was tense next to her, and she felt guilty for causing it. She reached for his hand, and he didn't stop her from taking it. They sat there for a few minutes, both lost in their own thoughts. She knew that in his mind, he was her only mate; the only one she had claimed. Knowing she was with another man, hearing it, and smelling him on her; that was torturous. She had to tell him. Keeping it from him would be like lying, and it would destroy their bond. He was her comfort and familiarity; she needed him, and she believed he needed her, too.
"You chose me. You claimed me as your mate, and I accepted that claim. You are mine as much as I am yours. I know things are still new between us, but we have a plan to get out of here. We cannot let the
