Page 63 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

I’ve got nothing to hide.

Except apparently, I do.

Because the second I stand up and see her face, everything inside me screeches to a halt.

Her expression isn’t confused anymore.

It’s devastated.

Her lips tremble slightly as she stares down at the screen.

“No, no, no, no,” I mutter, piecing it together way too late.

And then she does it.

She reads it out loud.

“'Dina, Look, just because an app says we’re meant to be doesn’t mean it’s true. I’m sure you’ll understand when I say that for me things just aren’t written in the stars. I’m not a forever kind of guy.’”

Her voice is soft. Broken.

Her face?

Completely wrecked.

“Sunshine,” I croak, panic roaring through my bloodstream like fire.

“Let me explain?—”

But it’s too late.

Because I see it—the exact second everything changes.

Her bright, trusting eyes turn guarded.

The warmth in her deep blue eyes disappears, replaced by something cold and hollow. It turns shallow when she flicks her gaze at me.

And just like that, the woman who had trusted me, touched me, given herself to me—gone.

“Dina, please.”

I step forward, desperate now.

But she shakes her head, and the softest, deadliest whisper leaves her lips.

“Get out.”

I freeze.

My whole body locks up like I’ve been struck by lightning.

“Wait. Please, just wait.”

“GET. OUT.”

This time it’s louder, edged with fury and heartbreak.

The kind of heartbreak that makes my Wolf whimper inside me like a kicked pup.

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