My mate mark sizzled, f*****g hissing in my ear like a venomous serpent warning me that my mate was with another man. It was three thirty a.m., and the pain hadn’t stopped for at least half an hour. I paced around my dark room with my hand against my skin, hoping to cool it off.
Isabella must’ve been with Kylo, doing goddess knew what with him.
Flirting? Kissing? f*****g for all I knew.
I slammed my fist against the wall in our bedroom, causing the moonflowers on our windowsill to tremble slightly. The light emitting off them was dimmer compared to the nights Isabella stayed here with me.
How could Isabella believe all of Kylo’s blatant lies? How could she think there was something between them when I was her mate? How could I let him slowly drag her away from me?
When I had been grow
