Page 38 of Masked Fate

“No,” I whisper, my mind roaming back to all the things I’vesaid, all the things I’ve done.

They flash before my eyes, playing out in slow motion, torturing me.

Making me question everything.

She saw me with my cock in another female’s mouth.

I told her I had standards, insinuating she didn’t meet them.

Bad blood.

I’ve been a monster to the one female blessed to me by the fates.

My soulmate.

My voice comes out strangled. “Why?”

Why did she keep this from me?

Accusation shoots out of her gaze, mixed with an undefinable emotion. She wraps her arms around herself in a protective move. She’s purposely kept this from me and doesn’t like that I now know the truth. What is she feeling right now? I’d give anything to read her mind.

“You hated me. You’d just been rescued from my dungeons. I couldn’t…” She swallows hard. “You hated me, Soren.”

“That wasn’t your choice to make,” I whisper, my heart shattering. I feel sick to my stomach with how I’ve treated her. She’s the one person I should have treasured, and I’ve treated her like my enemy. She shifts on the bench, looking like she wants to run, so I grip her arm and pull her against me before she can zip anywhere.

If she leaves, I’ll be going with her.

Anywhere she goes, I will follow.

Picking her up, I throw her over my shoulder and head back to my room.

“Soren, where are we going?” she asks, trying to squirm out of my hold. “I know you don’t want this, and I’m sorry, okay! I tried to save you from it. I fucking tried. We can try to break the bond if you don’t want this.”

I stop in my tracks.

Fuck.

What have I done?

Have I ruined this between us so badly that she’d actually want to break the bond? Live without a fated mate? No one does that.

What if I’ve fucked this up before it even began?

Everyone craves the connection, power, and unconditional love of their fated mate. The fact that she’d even say that to me makes me feel sick.

Just when I didn’t think this could hurt any more than it already does.

“We won’t be breaking anything other than the headboard in my room,” I growl, spanking her ass. “And don’t you ever say that again, little witch. You hear me?”

She squeals, hitting my back with her little fists.

Break the bond?

She must be fucking joking.

Now that I know the truth, I’m never letting her go.

And if she hates me?

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