I woke up alone in the bed I share with the man who is supposed to be my mate. Tears welled up in my eyes as I remembered everything from last night. And then I got pissed.
How is it fair that he can make feel so sad and so safe at the same time?
Using my anger, I got up from the bed. I went to the bathroom, peed, and brushed my teeth. Then I went to my closet and dressed. I walked out of the room and took a deep breath before walking down the hallway.
Once I came out of the hallway I saw Tate on the couch. I could feel Ambrose's eyes on me from the kitchen but I ignored him.
Why is it so hard to ignore him?
"Good morning baby." He greeted me and I tried not to let the pet name break through my anger.
"Morning." I replied softly.
I walked to the entry way and started to put my sn
