F@CK! I threw my phone against the wall in frustration. It shattered everywhere. My c**k was engorged and pressed painfully against my zipper; my balls heavy and tight. My mate needed me, wanted me, and I walked away from her without any sort of explanation as to why. Aspen wouldn’t know this much about the bond. The book only touched on the topic. Mates were supposed to help each other understand the nuance. Me, walking away? It was a selfish move built for my self-preservation. I had failed my mate, and I had failed myself. Ripping off my clothes I walked into the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could stand. I stuck my head under the waterfall shower head, braced my arms against the walls, and wept.
The grief, the loss, the sorrow, the abrupt change in responsibility from t
