Anabel.
Noah was actually getting on my absolute last nerve. He was such a massive, self-absorbed asshole.
I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of betrayal lingering on my tongue as I stormed away.
I really couldn't fathom the sheer audacity of his actions.
How could he be perfectly comfortable pairing me up with another man?
He knew. He clearly and explicitly knew that I have—and will always have—eyes only for him.
It was a cruel, calculated move on his part, a deliberate slap in the face that made my blood boil with a mixture of intense rage and deep, aching hurt.
What broke my heart the most was that I hadn't even found my destined mate yet.
In that moment of overwhelming frustration, a dark, desperate thought crossed my mind: I genuinely wished I never would.
