Elowen's POV
"Wait," he called after me, his voice carrying that Alpha command that made most people freeze in their tracks.
But I didn't stop. I couldn't. My feet kept moving, carrying me away from him as fast as my injured body would allow. I didn't even know why I was acting this way, why his presence made me want to scream and cry and hit something all at once. He'd helped me, hadn't he? Saved me from Donovan's auction house, f****d me senseless in his mansion, made me feel wanted and desired.
Only to casually introduce me to his fiancée like I was nobody. Like I meant nothing.
Which I didn't. I knew that. So why did it hurt so damn much?
"Hey." His hand caught my arm, gentle but firm, and I had no choice but to turn around. Those silver eyes searched my face, concern etched into
