Ch. 13 Worried Wolf

Finnick’s POV

Over a week had passed since that day, the day that had been both the best and worst day of my life. And the past week had been the worst of all by far. I’d barely slept and I looked like shit. My stomach was in knots and just the thought of food made me nauseated. It seemed all I could do was think about Sarah.

If I thought I’d been miserable all those years without Sarah, it was nothing compared to the agony I felt now. Having held her in my arms, feeling what it could be like to finally have her as my mate, only to watch her pull away from me was pure torture. But even that paled in comparison to the onslaught of anguish I experienced every time I remembered the look on her face when she learned the truth of my betrayal.

Broken. That’s the only word I could use to describe it. When I’d told her the truth about knowing she was my mate all this time, how I’d abandoned her and defiled our bond in the worst way, it had broken her. I couldn’t stop seeing the way the ligh