Cara's POV
Alaric’s face is a thundercloud, his brows knitted in a scowl that speaks of a tempest of emotions raging within. His eyes, usually so composed, are now a stormy mix of confusion and… something else.
It looks like…Could it be jealousy?
It’s a side of him I’ve never seen before. A shiver zaps down my spine.
Alaric grabs my shoulders, pulling me away from the red-headed male’s grasp.
My heart leaps at the contact with my former Fate Mate. My traitorous, stupid heart. Even without the mate bond, my heart still jumps for Alaric.
The sear of the cleaving of the bond is still too fresh, the hurt still too great to bear.
He rejected me. He rejected our future. Without knowing it, he rejected our child.
I need to get over this. And fast.
“Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, E
