2.11

“I don’t need you to keep me safe,” I whispered. “I needed you to talk to me. To listen to me.” My eyes are burning, hot tears streaming down my face. “I tried to tell you. Countless times, I tried to meet with you to tell you why you couldn’t feel the mate bond, and that I was your mate. You wouldn’t even see me. You sent me away, then would fuck one of your Leonas, making me bare that pain.”

Someone gasps, and I hope Percy doesn't find offense with me saying this. I know Yasmin was often one of those women in my first life, but I also know she would never do that now in this life, especially with Percy as a mate now. That was one of the reasons I thought this was an alternate timeline or another world mirroring the one I died in. So much did change, but I was still married to the same person in the end....

“I didn’t know,” his voice cracked, tears running from the corners of his own eyes. “Seeing you when I didn't know made resisting you even harder.”

“THEN YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE RES