Cold Hearted Mate

All these questions were running through his head, but the loudest one was if she hated me for being mean to her. He shouldn’t have placed her in that cell; he just thought that if he did, she would confess that she was not his mate. All he got was the silent treatment from his wolf.

It’s been exactly seven hours since he last talked to Clell – his wolf and that was when he last visited his mate Louve. He smiled as he remembered how beautiful she was, with those big brown eyes, plum lips screaming to be kissed by him and that body…

Oh, her body, it just begged to be touched, but he couldn’t. “I couldn’t touch her smooth skin, I couldn’t run my hands through her beautiful brown hair, I just don’t want to be broken again.”

He is scared that if he gets attached to her, he will replace out she isn’t his mate, and then he will end up hating himself for loving somebody other than his mate, or worse, he will lose his sanity again.

“I can’t put my pack through that again; I just can’t, and I won’t.” He stands in the window and sighs heavily sighed. “Clell, go check on mate.”