Harper’s POV
“I will only be with my true mate, not a substitute or a fraud. Keep that in mind before you approach me again,” Lucas growls at Sierra. His words make something in my chest ache as the mark on my neck begins to burn again.
The air in my lungs grows thin, and I lean against the wall, feeling as if he just rejected me and not another woman. That said, if he’s looking for his true mate, then he’s probably not looking for the random girl he marked while at a party.
I duck behind the wall as Lucas storms off, and I realize now might not be the best time to talk to him. He still seems to be in a terrible mood, and the last thing I want is him refusing to listen to me again.
What if he gets angry and throws me back into prison? I don’t think I could handle that right now, not
