( Decker )
I stared at her in complete and utter shock.
“What?” I asked, clearly needing to hear her question again.
“Are. You. Here. To. Reject. Me?” she made a point of each word as she held eye contact with me. Surely this wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
“Why the hell would you ask me something like that?”
“Ah…because you are ashamed of me, and I don’t see how we would ever be able to come back from that? It’s not as if I can wake up one morning and not be an omega,” the sarcasm and attitude were dripping off so badly that I was completely taken aback by this version of my mate. Had I done this to her?
“Right…well, first off, I do feel that I need to explain myself because I am not ashamed of you,” I started slowly. She had this look of disbelief on her face and be
