If I was not my own witness to how much I felt for my mate, how much I longed for her, how much I cared, I would think mine was the fate of bringing only pain to her poor soul and ensuring she remained unhappy.
Staring at my family heirloom while I paced the silent floors of my wing in the palace, I wished I could undo my actions. I had hurt her yet again. Despite all the promises I’d made, I had gone ahead and hurt her all over again.
I had been selfish. It was not my intention, but when she’d declared in front of the multitude of witnesses that she accepted me, my heart had exploded. Even when I knew that she did so out of spite, the pounding in my chest had drummed with a melodius rhythm, loud enough for every wolf in the hall to hear. I could barely keep from howling in jubilation t
