Chapter 93:

ZEKE.

I woke up around 6:55pm.

I am seated at the edge of my bedroom window, just looking at the tiny droplets of water that flushes down the glass, trailing my hand over it; I wonder how she must be doing, just leaving without any word.

She would get ill under the rain that I know; damn I should have let her take those pills before she left. She must be lonely and hurt, and it’s my entire fucking fault.

‘You rejected her, you dummy.’ My wolf growls in anger.

When mates face rejection, their wolf can either slip away out of hurt or they growl in anger. Looks like my wolf chose to growl and call me names, I don’t even blame my wolf, I am an idiot.

‘It was my fault.’ I cram my knuckles together hardly, the tip turning a pale shade of white. I stare around my room; her scent still hovers around, deep and mysterious.

What the fuck did I do? The rejection pain is still stabbing my heart badly, but I didn’t take those pills, I will feel like a fucking idiot if I take them and she doesn’t.