Chapter 39

Elio

As I reluctantly kissed Naomi, a nauseating wave of sickness engulfed me. Her lips tasted like ash, leaving a bitter aftertaste and a sense of emptiness. Every fibre of my being screamed at me to push her away and chase after Kara, but doing so would mean breaking my promise to Kara. I didn’t want to hurt her, but it seemed that I had done so regardless. As Naomi’s hands ventured towards my dick, I snapped. I couldn't bear to keep up this act any further. I vigorously pushed her away, the impact sending her body hurtling across the room, while I gasped for air.

In that moment, I realised that no matter how hard I tried, I could never desire anyone as much as I did my little wolf, my mate. I ran my hand down my face, feeling the weight of the situation. I heard Naomi shuffling to her feet, clearly angry, and I couldn’t blame her. Nevertheless, I was done with her. “Elio, what the hell?” she cried, brushing off the food and broken dishes from her body. I didn’t care about the mess