Danika’s P.O.V

“Whether or not I hurt myself shouldn’t be your concern.”

I reached my room, flinging the door open before spinning around to face him.

“No, it doesn’t!” I spat, eyes blazing. “And neither does the bond — because I’m not your goddamn mate!”

My voice rose into a near yell.

And the second the words left my lips, my anger began to fade — replaced by a gnawing, soul-deep guilt.

I watched as Jonah’s face fell, his eyes clouding with immense pain.

He stood there for a moment, frozen, the weight of my words sinking in.

His shoulders slumped, and he looked away, his voice barely above a...