You should Let Go, My Mate

lung to, every hope I'd buried. When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I dragge

ed his arms around my waist like it was routine. He leaned in t

Derek asked, his sharp wolf

threatened to spill. Biting my lip, I forc

could take or leave. He sat down, grabbed a slice of bread, and took a bite. "

t my cool. "The Whitaker pac

ed to sweat. Then he grinned, reaching over to ruf

gh to dig into my work, maybe point out risks or ask qu

t in the car. Then his pho

y mate's pack is at the hotel. They're begging me not to

ng forward. "Don't worry," he soothed, his voice soft as moonl

face pale. "Derek, slow down

mming on the brakes. "Take a cab to the offi

, speeding off, blowing through a red light like

eeling like a discarded toy, my chest hol

. I started handing off tasks, bit by bit. This bond was dead, and

e, like the morning's storm had never happened. When I walked into his offi

apers, then glanced at my

want me wearing it, right? To kee

satisfied, not que

who'd always wanted the whole pack to know we were bound. But he didn't. His eyes had

ssa's social media. Sure enough, she'd posted a vlog. One clip flashed by-Derek

earning recipes, tweaking dishes to make h

g surface, my heart cold as ice. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I pulled

e," I wh

rced through the air and san

y shoulders, my heels clicking o