32. Freya

In all the versions of this plan, I never envisaged Zeke meeting his mate on the doorstep of the castle. Forced to watch his bond click into place, shivers of cold, sickening fear raced through me. It can’t be. Not Zeke.

In the past, my family, Phillipe, and even Alpha Cillian have suggested I am fairly selfish. Incapable of taking someone else's feelings into account.

Well, I just watched the man I love, the man whose baby I am carrying walk away with another woman and said nothing. I love him so much that I let it happen.

Deep down, way beyond a level I could ever confess, even to myself, I think I had been dreaming he could perhaps be a second chance mate. Those sparks, that connection. It had to mean something, surely?

Apparently not.

/Hush, hush, do not shred yourself to pieces. We need our strength,/ Livi tried to console me, even trying to bring down my sky-rocketing pulse with waves of calming heat.

Zeke swore forever to me, but a mate is different. I can’t hate him for t