ANTHONY'S POV
Staring at my phone screen had become a ritual over the past few days. It was like an addiction I couldn’t stop.
Every few minutes, my thumb hovered over Brianna’s name on my phone, debating whether or not to call her. The urge to hear her voice, to just know she was okay, consumed me. But I stopped myself each time. The memory of her threat was still fresh in my mind—her threat to reject us.
The thought made my chest tighten and my heart clenched painfully. A mate bond was supposed to be unbreakable, something sacred. And yet, here I was, wrestling with the fear that she might actually go through with it. I couldn’t bring myself to see her. I feared that one wrong word, one wrong look, might push her over the edge, and she’d end it all.
"You don’t deserve her" my subcon
