BELLE

I hated that he was here. I hated that, as hard as I tried to ignore him and focus on my work, he was the only thing I could think of.

I was aware of his every move, of his eyes that followed me everywhere I went in the small diner.

And most of all, I hated that my traitorous body wanted nothing more than to go to him and forgive him for every single horrible thing he had ever done to me.

Because I still needed him. God, why did I still need him?

He had rejected me. He had tried to mate with someone else. There was...