I looked up to meet Alpha Vincent's eyes, my chest heaving. His expression went from surprised, to shocked, before suddenly, like the crazed man I was beginning to believe he was, he started to laugh. For at least a full minute, we just stood there, unable to move, and he laughed at me.
His laugh was rich, and he turned, the one-sided dimple sinking.
"Is it funny?" I asked once I found my voice, my eyes wide. "You think it's funny?"
He chuckled again and shook his head. Slowly, he turned to me, half of his body resting on the balcony railing.
"Mate? Me?" He laughed again, shaking his head. "You, your wolf, and that f*****g moon goddess have to be delusional. You can never be my mate, Jordan. Never."
I hated that it hurt. But even worse was that the string of fate between us seemed to
