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Alpha Kael's POV Criseda... I avoided her gaze, my chest heaving with everything unsaid. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." "You can't even look me straight in the eyes, Alpha Kael. Am I that bad? You don't even find me attractive?" Her voice cracked, but I kept my eyes from meeting hers. "I didn't say so, Criseda. You're just rushing things." She shot up from the bed, her movements sharp and wounded. "Rushing things? I've been rushing things, Alpha Kael?" "See..." I turned to face her, my voice strained. "A lot has happened. I have a lot on my head, a lot to handle, I—" "You need to forget about her too, right?" she cut me off, her words biting. I sighed deeply, and exhaled heavy out of frustration. "That's the thing—you keep on imagining things that aren't even there. I'm not in the mood,