HIS UNWORTHY MATE

AD

myself. We were back at home, and for the first time

feel like an absolute stranger in a pl

r brought me here as a surprise to show me our new home. The house he built f

into this very living room, the pleasant smile on his face when he said t

was in Manila had become less painful. Because Hunter had given me a place I could call home in t

my life and start all over. Coming back to my family was my chance to try at happines

aw myself as one deserving of a mate. Perhaps I didn't see the g

Hunt

that I never knew was there. He made me feel so damn

osing Hunter. Because even when I'd told him about my past and about the life I lived in Manila,

e was my person, that he

room that had provided me comfort and served as my shield from

el l

being shoved into that room with red and blue disco lights. My aunt's words resounded with a repeating echo in my ea

ps worthy enough to put a smile on her face. It was either that,

al because that wasn't the life I was promised. That wasn't the promise she made to my parents when she took me from them, and for a little while, I was given a false sen

e a fucking statue?" Hunter barks, sna

ter,

shit and get it out of the bedroom." He

remove them from our bedroom?" I

the doubt? At least try to ask me what

walked into this morning, and any oth

ger, but it's been hours. No matter how angry he was this morning, sho

mused, snorting as

t any other way, at least until the trial with the council, and I will not share the same room or bed with a c

love? You aren't giving me the benefit of the doubt; you won't ask me what happened. I am your Mate, Hunter; shouldn't that mean something to you?

e you my Luna, but that meaning fell off the cliff the minute you chose to spread your legs for another." Hu

you not even trust me at all?" I moved to grab his hand, but he y

e I made to myself not to love again, I broke that promise because of you. I chose to give love a chance. After all, I trusted you because I thought you were my person for life, only for my trust to

tears sliding down his cheek, but I saw before he could compl

ld never be the reason for his

your trust like that. All I did was sleep in the same bed as him; I don't even remember falling asleep with him in the

nning me. "Are you trying to tell me Da

my heart pounding in my chest as I pondered his q

een us, which would mean that I remembered what happened and will technically make

tiently, "Did Darren rape y

k so; I don't remember what happened." I was a stuttering mess because wha

don't remember what happened in the same breath. Do you take me for a fool?"

the last thing I remem

e who will say anything to save her ass. I should've known from your history with men in the Philippines. Once a

a few feet backwards as his wor

s tears trickled down my cheeks, and I clutche

nila-the trauma, the scars, the pain-which I was never comfortable sharing with anyone else until I met him. Becaus

would love me unconditionally if not my mate

t I found you naked with another ma

ps quivered while I whispered, and I shook my head, pleading with my eyes fo

ucking behind my back? You expect me

es became stuck in my throat because, in ret

of the nightclubs; I was known as a filthy whore

er is righ

't have sex with me when I have

myself, nothing I say will change his mind. He once told me that the one thing he'll never forgiv

ty. May the energy of the moon uphold this rejection and Mother Goddess ease my pain through this betrayal." He snarled the last words, shoving me