Leonard.
I felt as though my heart was about to be ripped right out of my chest while my brothers stood there flaunting their intimate moments with Theresa.
I kept staring down at her pale, still face, a hollow ache gnawing at my insides as I wondered why on earth she had never shared those kinds of passionate moments with me.
Does she really hate me that much?
Was she merely tolerating my presence all this time simply because of the inescapable pull of our mate bond?
How could she possibly be so cruel as to leave me with absolutely nothing to stand on, completely empty-handed while the others held memories to hold over my head?
