Sandra's POV
"We can't keep doing this! Why are you being cold all of a sudden again?" I snapped stopping him from going upstairs.
"If I told you glimpses of my past, and let you sleep in my bed, then don't start getting ideas. I don't have feelings for you." He growled.
My heart shuttered.
All this progress we were making, we're gone in a simple phrase. I felt an immense pain inside of me. I wanted to cry, but he already saw me in vulnerable states before, I won't let him see me in that state again.
"I thought-"
"You thought wrong. A mate feels the pain when his significant other is in pain, that is why I am keeping you alive and safe Yet you start getting ideas."
"No. I wasn't getting any ideas. It was you. All you. I wasn't the one calling you baby, I wasn't the one going
