Chapter 59

Xavier's pov​ I could still feel the sting of her rejection, sharp and humiliating, as if her words had cut right through me. Cecilia had pushed me away—me, her mate—as though I were nothing more than a mistake she was desperate to forget. Why would the Moon Goddess make werewolves suffer this much when humans don't have to deal with any of it? The mate bond seemed to only tie me down while she felt nothing at all. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin, demanding I claim her, make her understand who she belonged to. But instead of submission, I had tasted her defiance. And then she took off. Nobody walks away from me. I death-gripped the steering wheel until the leather creaked, my jaw clenched so hard it ached. She thought she could slip through my fingers, vanish into the city, hide behind weak excuses and borrowed courage. But she didn't understand—I wouldn't allow it. The sharp trill of Harper's phone broke my concentration. Without thinking, I snatched it out of her hands, igno