Ben's POV
It’s been one month since I found my fated mate, mated her and rejected her. The loss of her touch still haunts me. She was weak and I had to do it.
I honestly didn't want to,a part of me was fighting to accept her, my wolf wanted her to, and he fought me hard but there was no way that I could, not when I knew my father wouldn’t ever have let me claim an orphan wolf who didn’t know she was a werewolf or know about her bloodline.
It was better that she was dead. I knew she was wolfess, my wolf could tell that hers was dormant and that she hadn’t turned eighteen yet.
I knew that there was a possibility she would die from the rejection because she didn’t have her wolf…I figured that If I couldn't have her then I guess no one else should either.
The days since the rejection
