Arya's POV
Stefan was my first mate, I was ecstatic when we found each other but he had other plans for me. He slept with me and then rejected me like I was no one. He left the city to pursue his music career but failed.
I grabbed my purse and rushed for the door but I couldn't reach it when he grabbed my wrist and spun me to him, I expected to feel the sparks I once did for him but his touch was cold.
I look into his brown eyes that I once loved with everything in me and then to the face I thought was most handsome, it wasn't anymore, he was just an average Lycan.
My heart was beating at a soft pace and there were no longer butterflies at the sight of him.
"Running away from me?" He asks. I struggle to get out of his grip but the bastard just put an arm around my waist.
