Chapter 28

Weston’s POV

I woke up with a killer headache from all the Wolf Spirit’s I drank last night at the ball.

Everything began to flood back to me from the night before as I slowly came out of my unconscious stupor. Rubbing my face as I sit up in bed trying to process my emotions, I decide to get up and shower.

I was utterly shocked with pure amazement, pride, excitement, lust, and shame. She had been right all along. She had been telling the truth all along. I was just so determined to cling on to the past, that I couldn’t focus on what was right in front of me all along.

Evander whined in my head as he also felt the guilt of not recognizing our second chance mate. Then, after the party ended, no one could find her.

I knew I hurt her. I knew she was furious. I knew she hated me.

I had been trying to force her to reject me this whole time after all.

I should be celebrating victory, even if she didn’t reject me for running away. But I wasn’t.

I was a fool and I was now alone.

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