“Unless repulsion counts as a feeling then, no, I have no feelings for you. None.”
The words Annabelle said drove me to the edge of my patience. I knew she had feelings for that bastard Kyle. I knew for some reason she was attracted to him. But she was my mate. Mine alone. Had we been two to have her as mates, he would have confronted me sooner. Or worse yet, he would have staked a claim on her and marked her as his.
As it was, she was my mate. And by the moon goddess, I didn’t do sharing.
I grabbed her by the neck rather roughly, reveling in the sparks that flew on contact, happy to see her eyes widen before I claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss.
The kiss served its purpose and reminded her who she belonged with, or so I hoped.
“What did you do that for?” She breathed out when
