(At the same time, Emmanuelle was making a phone call to Augustin).
Harry had come down the steps. His step was heavy with the cry of his wolf. The last words spoken by his Mate continued to echo in his mind like a funeral oration.
Everything was hurting him. His skin burned, and his eyes heated under the tears he held back as best he could. And he kept stretching and relaxing his fingers in order to get rid of the tension in his joints.
_Mate... Mate chased us away because she couldn't think when she was around us. Mate doesn't want us around, and we only make Mate unhappy. We are not worthy of Mate," Till kept repeating in Harry's mind.
The young Alpha finally reached the bottom of the stairs, where he met Bianca.
The young woman held a silver tray with steaming cups of coffee in he
