Watching Ezra’s retreating back, I felt a sense of dread settle in the pit of my stomach. What had I done? In a moment of weakness, I threw it all away. I threw away the sanctity of the mate bond because I am still technically bonded to Tyler. Not only did I have s*x with someone who was not my goddess-given mate, who wasn’t my boyfriend, but a person meant to be my mortal enemy.
‘No girl, you were well and truly f****d by an immortal god. That was better than Lucien ever was,’ Lena snickered in my head.
‘Don’t be crass, Lena. This was a mistake. I crossed a line I never intended to. I shouldn’t have done this,’ I fretted, drawing the covers up over my head to curl into a ball. The fabric felt suffocating, my thoughts a cacophony of regret and anxiety.
‘It wasn’t a mistake. Ezra was a
