I can’t look her in the eye. I’ll break if I do. To be hated and despised by my own fated mate to the extent that the bond, which should have been a source of happiness for us both, is distressing her to the point of tears makes me feel sick to my stomach. I should have resisted harder.
“I’ll figure out a way,” I say roughly. “I won’t disrupt your life, Alice. You have my word.”
It feels like everything has slipped from my grasp, like sand through my fingers. All the plans I was laying out in my head, the hopes I was building of the chance at a new life with the woman I love, seem like a faraway dream now. I want to blame my wolf, but I can understand why it acted the way it did. It didn’t want to let Alice get away a second time. At its very core, my wolf is a beast. It understands anim
