EASTONDespite my tough front in her presence on the day I had been so brutally rejected, the following days had been nothing short of hell. There was the denial phase where I just sat around and wallowed in disbelief, refusing to come to terms with the fact that my mate wouldn't want anything to do with me. I'd done nothing to be deserving of such a fate. Anger had followed, flipping tables and cursing at everything and anything, but really, the main focus of my anger had been Zane because, first and foremost, how dare he? What right did he have to lay a claim on my mate and, what's worse, she was nothing more than a slave to him, the woman who was my destined other half. Just the thought of it had me reeling, and it was going to be the final push I needed to wage a war against Zane and everything he stood for. I was more than ready to assemble my men and go to war immediately, but Black had a different idea, one that was as ridiculous as they came, but with a promise of less bloods
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