Phoebe
Adrian took me to a room downstairs and closed the door. I immediately wrapped my arms around myself, waiting for the rejection.
“Who hurt you? Was it your mate? Is that why you look like you’re trying to pull yourself into the smallest bit of space possible?” he asks me.
I look down at myself, frowning. “Is that what I look like?”
“You look like you wish the ground would swallow you whole. I’m just not sure if it’s because of me personally, or because of whoever hurt you.”
“He was my mate. He used me and tossed me away,” I say, wanting to put it out there rather than delaying the inevitable.
Adrian growls. It’s not a quiet growl. A moment later, he’s in front of me, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
“You’re MY mate. No one else gets to have you.” I look at him, s
