Jude's POV
I didn't even realize when I spun around and bolted. My legs pumped as fast as they could carry me, anything to escape the burning shame clawing at my chest.
God, I was such an idiot. Why did I let myself hope for something impossible? I should've known better—I'd always be damaged goods, too dirty for someone like Timothy.
The royal gamma deserved better than being stuck with me as his mate. I'd only drag down his perfect reputation, stain everything he'd worked for.
I should have rejected him the moment our bond snapped into place. Should never have fooled myself into thinking a used woman like me could have a happy ending.
Now I couldn't even look him in the eye. What must he think of me?
I wouldn't blame Harlow—she was just a kid. But if I stayed with Timothy, this wouldn't be the last time something slipped out. What if it happened again? What if next time, he finally came to his senses and regretted everything?
