Chapter one hundred and sixty two

Emily’s POV

I cried that night, I cried so much that my heart felt like it might break, the pain of missing him was so strong and sharp, that I couldn’t even cry out loud because crying would just make me attract unnecessary attention and feel more of a weakling, as if I didn’t already feel like an idiot every morning. I don’t understand why he would do that.

It was just a hunch, right?

Who was I deceiving? We werewolves had a special bond with our mates and that gave us free access to each other emotions and thoughts. Our mate could sense any emotion that we might have when his mate was in distress.

All this while I thought he was going through the war, I thought he was having a bad time, I thought things were difficult and painful for him. And all this time, he was with another woman?

I wasn't supposed to feel any remorse right? no pity? no questions right? All I had to do was hate him and wish he rot in hell right? Yet the pain in my chest made it hard for her to take even a breat