Hanna's POV
I couldn't help the spurt of disappointment that flowed through me. For the first time since I found out we were mates, I questioned his feelings. Did he even want me as his mate? Was I nothing more than a f**k toy to him? I could feel myself cutting him off. I wanted to crawl up in a ball and cry.
I pushed him off and picked up my comforter from the ground. I couldn't ignore his dumbfound expression as I wrapped the blanket around me and curled up on the bed.
"Hanna?" he asked, unsure. I could hear it in his voice.
I didn't say anything. I wanted to bawl out my eyes, but with him here I couldn't. I couldn't even get comfortable.
"Get out," I muttered.
"What?" his voice held confusion. As if he hadn't heard me right.
"Get out," I repeated, my voice a litt
