You know what they say about life being funny? And to expect the unexpected? Well, that was absolutely true.
I feed and live on pain. I consume it the same way we consume food. Pain is all I know, all I've ever embraced. Any emotion different from pain, I can't relate to. Which was why, I never wanted a mate, because I have no emotions to give. I'm a complete, unfeeling B.astard Nyala had brought to the Kingdom, one that, according to Baba, should never had existed.
I believed that. I believed everything he's said about me so far.
At least, not until everything took an entirely different turn...
"We have to talk," she said softly. As always, her voice was a soft whisper that melted my hard heart.
I spun around and glared at her. "Talk about what? She secured the opening of her robe and glared back at me.
"Being mates of course. Shouldn't we address that?" She answered, still maintaining her calm demeanor. "It's been years already. How long do you plan on running away? If you don't want this, we can simply end it amicably and..."
"I won't end it, and I'll run for as long as I want!" I hissed, my heart bubbling with something...different. Something raw.
She laughed. A low humorless laughter that I knew what it meant. "Is that why we had s.ex yesterday? Because you don't want the bond between us?" She crossed her hands over her chest, her perky n*****s becoming more evident.
'You're a fool, Maverick,' My wolf growled, shutting off the connection between us.
"That meant nothing. Just a night of consensual s.ex between grown adults," I said. But I knew that was a lie, and the pain that ripped my heart and the emotions that crossed her face made me instantly want to take back all that I just said.
"Get out, Maverick," she snapped, pointing towards the door.
I walked to the door without a second glance in her direction. Perhaps, this is for the best.