Broken. I would feel broken and incomplete without Kylo, and I hated it so much.
Roman gently grasped my face, brushing his thumbs across my cheeks. His eyes shifted between a hundred different shades of gold until they eventually settled on their rich hazel color. And all I could see within them was that same look of failure and sorrow I had seen in them when I told him I had to leave for the Lycans.
When he parted his lips, I braced myself for the harshest rejection that I would ever face. We were mates. He had marked me. I had marked him. We wore each other’s mate’s necklaces like they were a second skin. And I knew that he would tell me that he couldn’t be with someone who would leave him for another man.
If he did that, I wouldn’t even fight him about it. I deserved it. I was selfi
