Hope POV
After a sleepless night, I joined the others in the tournament ring, biting my nails and wondering where my mate was. After colliding with Kobe last night, I was even more filled with anxiety. I had seen how he looked at me, how his eyes darkened, and how his body had stiffened. I still didn't trust him. My mate came out of nowhere, standing beside me, his eyes filled with grief. He coughed, drawing my attention.
"I'm sorry," he said finally as my head swivelled to turn and look at him, "I should never have accused you of having something to do with Kobe."
"I can't believe you did. I can't believe you questioned the love I have for you," I said angrily, facing him properly. "Do you have any idea how that made me feel?"
His head drooped. His body slumped. "I was jealous. Angry
