Chapter 55

Calleb curses his mate as he stares into Accashia’s grayish blue eyes. He begins to take a step closer to her. He balled his fist so hard that the sharp nails dig into his palm, blood dripping down from his fist. He’s too angry to feel the pain — to feel how much it hurts. He’s too upset to even notice anything more than the irritation and emotional hurt twisting at his heart. After the confession he made the other night, in Accashia’s eyes, he had always been a murderer.

A killer and a bastard.

“You wish you had never met me?” Calleb knows this already, knows it as a fact. But it still pains him, for the feelings that were building up inside him were real. The love he felt for Accashia, the adoration and the faith. He had hoped. He tried. He really did. And the young man sighed, not knowing what else to do with the surging of emotions inside of him. “Huh…” He wondered to himself as he shook his head.

He could feel Accashia’s eyes on him. Her stare was laced with regret. “Calleb. I