The last four days have been awful. We had to stay at Liza’s because of the wreckage of my apartment and because Xander wouldn’t touch me anymore until I met the king.
His grief flowed through the mate bond as did the longing he had for me. It only worsened my pain.
I had tried to talk to him, but he kept saying the same thing. I wasn’t his, never was, never will be. The heartbreak that coursed through me was something I never experienced before.
I wanted every bit of him, everything he offered me since we met; there was no one I could blame but myself.
If I could have gone back, I would probably still make the same choice. I would still want what Xander and I have.
Today was the day the king would arrive back home. Apparently, my mate. I thought Kira would be overjoyed, but even
