Kyra's POV
I took the opportunity to leave when Nathan paused in shock after what I said. Sylvia snarled in my mind, "He doesn't deserve your pain, Kyra. Walk away now." I glared at him one last time before I slammed the door shut behind me.
How could he try to touch me after everything that happened? His scent—that minty freshness that used to comfort me—now only made my stomach churn. The bond between mates was sacred, yet he had shattered it without hesitation.
Oh God! I couldn't believe him! The Nathan I knew—the one whose wolf, Alaric, had once nuzzled against my neck in affection—would never have disrespected me like this, even in anger. The old him would have lowered his voice the moment he realized his mistakes and would have immediately apologized for what he did wrong.
