“Maybe I’m not your type,” He kept going, spiraling. “Maybe I never was. Maybe you only stayed because I was the safe choice. Because I loved you so damn hard it made up for the parts you couldn’t give me back.”
“That’s not what this is,” I pleaded, louder now.
“Then what is it, Rayne?! You think I haven't realized how fast you turned cold after we got married? How you stopped touching me like you used to? How you winced every time I said her name?”
“You think that was easy for me?” I snapped. “Finding out I had a mate I never asked for? A bond I never wanted? You think I wanted any of this?!”
“But you still marked her,” Reed said, eyes glassy. “You claimed her. Not in some metaphorical way—you left your teeth in her neck.”
“It was instinct, Reed! A biological accident!”
“You don’t a
