Benson
Jolene jerks away and lands flat on the floor. She glares at me with watery eyes.
“Why does it always have to be her?” she asks, her eyes watering.
“It was a mistake.”
“You were thinking of her while I was giving myself to you.” She points at me and tears fall. “I did all this to please you because your mate never does anything nice for you anymore.” Her voice has gotten louder, and she looks more angry than sad.
“I am sorry, but I don’t know why I said her name. I think it’s because she rejected me and I am feeling the pain of the bond breaking,” I tell her, and she gasps.
She slowly pushes herself back on her feet and sits back on the bed.
“What do you mean she rejected you?” Jolene’s eyes are as wide as saucers, the tears forgotten.
“She did reject me on the night I woke
