KENDRICK
“Carry on.”
The words echoed in my head like a broken record, taunting me in a way I couldn’t shake off. I had been lying in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene over and over.
She saw me with another woman. She saw me buried deep inside Ariana, making sure there was no mistake in what she was witnessing. And yet, nothing.
Not a flicker of emotion. Not even a damn twitch of her eyebrow.
Kimberly just stood there, completely unbothered, her eyes holding not even a hint of jealousy or anger.
Then, she had the audacity to walk away and toss those two words at me like I was some insignificant fool.
“Carry on.”
What kind of mate did that?
Wasn’t she supposed to feel something?
Wolves were meant to be possessive of their mates.
The bond was suppo
