He loves me . . . He loves me not . . .
Becca
I’ve loved him for years and thought the feeling was mutual. But when I lean in to kiss him on our first date, he recoils, claiming he only loves me like a sister.
He breaks my heart that night.
Every bone in my body is telling me to leave—to start a new life in a new place. A place without him in it.
But I must be a masochist because no matter what I tell myself, I cannot stay away from him . . .
Brandon
She is my mate. My wolf knows it.
Ever since she kissed me, my wolf has been clawing at me to claim her. It is becoming harder and harder to control myself.
Because I can’t claim her.
My past haunts me with reminders of my failures. She’s better off without me. The best I can do is be her protector—if I can even do that . . . .