Carson Point of View
Even though I had walked out of the gym after punching that damn wall, my anger didn’t fade. If anything, I just wanted to go back inside and kill that bast*rd for touching even a hair strand of my mate.
Only I couldn’t. My mate would hate me if I did that, and I know it shouldn’t matter to me, but it does. It mattered from the very start because she is my mate and I kept denying it. However, it doesn’t make a difference because when I announced that I didn’t want a mate; I knew I would break myself too in the process.
I hated feeling all these emotions; they reminded me of things I wanted to keep buried. This rush of emotions was doing nothing at this point but adding fuel to my anger, and I wanted to destroy something.
I didn’t have to think much about how to cal
