Ambrosia POV
I declined Elijah’s call the next day, with the excuse that I wasn’t feeling well. I doubted he would believe it, especially since one of our very first conversations had been about how Alpha-blooded wolves were especially healthy. But I felt burned by Rosalia.
And I had to separate the idea that I’d been burned by Rosalia, not Elijah. There was nothing between Elijah and I- I repeated that in my mind like a mantra, to get it in my head.
But it wasn’t true, of course. There was the mate bond, a goddess-given gift that I couldn’t accept.
For the millionth time, I wondered if it was an intentional insult from the gods that I’d been cursed. It certainly felt targeted- and I’d been this way since birth, as far as I knew. What mortal in their right mind would curse a baby? But
