I had driven back to pack, an empty feeling inside of me, leaving Maya behind was hell. No, the girl was not my fated mate but there was a draw to her I had felt for the past few years I had struggled to fight. She was the sweetest girl. I hated seeing her hurting. I swear I hated Roman f*****g Carter for all this, though I guess she was as equally responsible as him and drink can make things like this happen, especially when you are not used to it. I have heard plenty of tales of that.
Never did I think Maya would be one of them. But she was doing the right thing for her and the little one. I get that. And I know that while I would happily take her as a chosen mate, she would not let that happen. While it hurt, I know she was doing it to protect me. I didn’t want protecting, but I obviou
