Greyson’s POV
After that fight with Stella on Friday I felt horrible. The way she looked at me with such hurt in her eyes broke me. She was my best friend. My favorite person in this world. The one I could always go to, and she could always come to me.
Yes, I admit I had always wished for her to be my mate and finding out we weren’t, was a blow to my heart. But I also know that I would never love someone as much as my true mate, or better she would never love me in the same way as she would her mate.
So, while I hated the fact that we weren’t mates I understood she never belonged to me in that way, no matter how much I had prayed she had. It was just the idea of her ever being hurt shatters me. Mine and my wolfs instinct has always been to protect her at all costs.
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