"Yes. You'll always be my center, Love,"
My vision blurred after his words. My heart was palpitating in my chest. Something within me stirred, and my heartbeat quickened.
. I hated my feelings right now. Why did his words hold so much power over me?
"Don't you think it's a little unfair?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
"To whom?"
"To your mate. I can't be your center when she's there," My voice was low. My body was hot at our immediacy.
"I don't love her... Not even a little bit,"
I was speechless. His words were dangerous, and they clutched in my head. They were on replay. I don't love her, not even a little bit. What was he playing at? I observed his face, but it screamed sincerity.
"Say something." his voice was a whisper. He stared at me in my eyes. I felt
