Not The Right One

{ Anya }

I sit on my bed once I'm wrapped in my robe and just focus on calming my breathing and stopping the tears, but I can't.

I've had the worst... twelve hours of my life. Well, maybe not the worst, I think it was worse when my father died, but this is seriously up there.

After finding out that the man who has hurt me the most is my fated mate I had the worst night of my life, tense and incredibly uncomfortable next to my boyfriend, who was only making everything worse with his shitty mood. Then everything exploded this morning while I was making breakfast, Klein came in yelling at me, calling me stupid in a lot of different ways and getting closer to me with square shoulders and clenched fists in a way that made me step back in fear.

Then I heard my son screaming and having a breakdown while the image he had of his father crumbled. And while I was holding him and trying to calm him down, I looked at Klein and saw the satisfied smile on his stupid face.

He was glad my son was hur