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Kit’s POV

Flopping face first onto the bed with a groan of despair, I leave my arms and legs spread exactly where they landed.

Seeing Cami and Jody so madly into each other just makes it so much clearer exactly what I missed out with my own mate bond.

I can’t ever imagine Alpha Tate standing there all puppy-eyed with a heart-shaped pillow covering his goods…even though the thought of it does make me give a muffled laugh against my comforter.

Just replaying that entire scene with Alpha Tate and I versus Cami and Jody is comical.

Alpha Tate is too brooding and grumpy to be so enamored. And I can’t ever imagine myself sticking my lower lip out in that pouty fashion that Cami does.

Sighing, I roll over onto my back.

But at least they are happy.

Whereas I am quite miserable.

There’s a soft knock on the door and for a moment, I think that it must be Cami, finally dragging herself away from Jody, but that’s not her scent.

“Come in.”

Grabbing a pillow, I use it to cover my face before the doo