“I have to go.”
This is the last thing I thought he was going to say right after we just marked each other… after I have given him every part of myself.
He walks out of the bath and pulls a cloak over his body. He does this all without even looking back at me.
“Wait, Damien!” I tried to reach for him, but he was shaking his head and literally sprinting out of the room. “I don’t understand… wait,”
N a k e d and abandoned, Damien, the Wicked Wolf, my fated mate, doesn’t say another word as he runs out of the room in a hurry like I have somehow burned him.
He looked like he had seen a ghost, horror and terror all over his face and I don’t know why.
A pinch in my heart and the echoes of doubt in my head told me that I had made a terrible mistake. That I shouldn’t have done this. That
