Victor steels himself at the door of his suite, leaning his forehead against it before going in. “She told me to go to Amelia,” he whispers to himself. “This is…this is right.”
It must be right, after all. He wouldn’t have a mating bond with Amelia if she wasn’t perfect for him - his Luna, the woman of his dreams. Evelyn was right. Despite…everything…that he feels for Evelyn, he can never give her all of himself if another woman is his mate.
He’s been selfish, really, treating Evelyn like this. Going to her the night before his wedding, hoping that she will beg him to leave Amelia, to run away with her.
God, he thinks. If she’d done it…I might have gone.
He shakes his head, clearing the thought, angry with himself. If he wanted Evelyn, if that was his choice, why was he expecting h
