#Chapter 61: Truly Happy

Elara The door slammed harder than I meant it to, but I didn’t care. Let them hear it echo down the damn hall, for all I cared. Fated mate? Either Asher had lost his mind, or he really thought he could manipulate me into believing him.. I stormed down the corridor, my hands curled into fists at my sides. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the hum of the fluorescent lights overhead. I barely saw James as I passed him in the lobby, barely registered the way his brow furrowed as he opened his mouth to speak. I wasn’t interested in anything that anyone had to say. I needed air. The double doors shoved open beneath my palms, and the crisp evening air bit at my cheeks, cooling the flush on my skin. Fated mate. Asher thought I was his fated mate. Or so he said. I stopped by the edge of the parking lot, bracing my hands on my knees as I forced slow breaths into my lungs. He was lying, of course. Asher lied about everything. It was his nature, wov