Vincent pulled his motorcycle up in front of Emily’s apartment. Even from here he could smell his mate. Feel his wolf under his skin, the beast was ready to see her even if he was afraid of her reaction. He needed to see her, let her know that he was a moron and then beg her forgiveness.
Hope bloomed in his chest the closer he got, hope that it wasn’t too late to make Emily realize that he loved her. That he would always love her, that she was his and he was hers. His beast practically pranced inside of him at the idea, he couldn’t wait to claim his mate. First, he needed to prove to her that he was worthy of her love. When she forgave him, if she forgave him. If not, he would spend the rest of his days trying to prove himself to her.
Vincent knocked on the door, his duffle bag
