Eleanor Pov
The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled our pack grand dining hall, but the roar of my wolf cover it all. She had been dormant for years never spoke—until tonight.
Mate. The word had slammed into my mind the moment I walked into the room, locking eyes with him. Nickolas.
My heart raced the moment I saw him and I’d forced myself to look away almost immediately. It couldn’t be true. It shouldn’t be true. Nickolas wasn’t mine. He belonged to Delilah.
Now, as I sat at the far end of the table, I couldn’t stop my eyes from straying to where they sat together. Delilah was perched close to him. She laughed lightly as she leaned toward him, her hand brushing his arm.
My stomach twisted painfully. I clenched my glass tighter, as I tried to control myself
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