It’s not happening. The very thought of it chokes me to the core and makes my heart constrict and pulse painfully. That uncomfortable heaviness in my gut, reminding me I can never forget that he gave up on us and did what hurt me the most. I can’t move past the betrayal, or what he did, and I definitely cannot become some tarnished femme willing to have someone else’s mate just because she can’t physically be here. It makes me sick to my stomach that he would even ask that of me. Love means nothing when you are mate bonded to another. It’s against the rules, the pack laws, and...