Chapter 284

Christina's POV "Bullshit." Hudson's fingers dug into my shoulders. "That's a bullshit excuse." "I'm signing the papers tomorrow," I said, not daring to meet his eyes. I was afraid I'd regret it, afraid I'd cry. I didn't know what hurt more—his grip, sharp enough to bruise, or the look on his face. The devastation in his eyes cut straight through my wine-dulled senses. Akira whimpered inside me. "Don't do this. He's our mate." I ignored her. At least the alcohol made that easier. "No." Hudson refused to let go when I tried to shake him off. "You don't get to end this unilaterally. I get a say. You can't just toss the ring at me and walk away." I gave up struggling and sank into the sofa, suddenly exhausted. "Working in Paris is my dream. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can't—" "Bullshit!" The word tore out of him, raw and jagged. His usual coolness was gone. He loomed over me, hands pinning me in place, breath hot against my cheeks. "You could have told me, you are my Mate!