ARIA
I sit up on the bed, feeling guilt washing over me. Here I am – so happy in Lex’s arms. And not even feeling how my other mate is hurting.
“It’s not your fault though,” Lyra says in the back of my mind, “If he didn’t mark you he wouldn’t feel it so intense.”
“It doesn’t make me feel any better,” I admit to her.
“I know,” she agrees, “Same here.”
I stand up and put on the dress that I find on the floor and grab Lex’s brown leather sports bag, throwing his joggers and a t-shirt inside of it. He watches me without saying a word. He is still naked on the bed and is not even trying to cover himself.
“I need to go,” I say, trying not to look at him.
“I know,” he sighs, “And I don’t like it. I wish you could reject him already.”
“This is what I am planning to do,” I
