I saw how he feels as if I was rejecting him. Me. A reject just as he is. Rejecting him.
"Dione," he says, his voice barely audible. He reached his hand to me, "Please."
I stared at his hands, contemplating if it would be a good idea to take it. He still looks emotionally unstable right now. If he so much as find anything else that has to do with Kratos, I think he would snap again.
But he looked at me with a broken look on his face when he said, "Please, Dione. His scent on you is killing me." His voice broke at the end, and my wolf whimpered. We don't want to see him in pain, too. He's also our mate, after all.
Phoebe stood between us, covering me from Atlas, "And you nearly killed her, too." She snapped, her stance ready for a duel if ever Atlas decides to challenge him.
But he did
