PARIS’s POV
"Paris, you should know better than to say things like this. You have a mate." Ember said, and I shook my head. Not even with Kate, had I felt such peace since I woke up in this hospital.
By her side, my wolf simply was.
"I know better, and that's why I say such things."
She looked at me for what felt like a lifetime, and I saw it all. The love we once shared, the joy it had brought, and all the sweet promises we had made to each other. Promises I had failed to keep, and so, I saw the pain, the sadness, and all the aches I brought into her life.
And God knew I wanted to beg. I wanted to beg, with tears and a bended knee, for her to take me back, because I saw a life without her, and it was a completely miserable one.
My wolf ached too, but he didn't give me the go-ahead,
