And then it happened.
Logan sank to his knees, right there in the dirt before me.
Wide-eyed. Sickly pale. Gaping up at me.
I had sent down the Dark Diamonds’ captain, the one who had never fallen during a game—or in life, for that matter. For anyone.
I tracked the twin trails of tears all the way down from those gray eyes until they fell from his chin.
“Don’t,” he cried out.
I paused.
“Please, don’t do it, Bunny Doc.”
So I didn’t.
I just couldn’t.
My silly heart had put a block over my mouth.
“Let’s leave,” Lachlan muttered, one arm under my knees, the other steady around my back.
Logan allowed himself to be pulled back by his shoulders and waist, but he kept his eyes on Lachlan and me,the connection between us fizzling out like a dying ember.
“Lachlan, take me home, please.”
A part of me, the bestial animal, was already suffering the torment of being without my mate.
Without my Rudolph.
CHAPTER 35
KILLIAN
In the early night, when a slice of moon was just peeking out from behind the clouds and the wind was rippling the forest’s crowny tops, I was mid-stroll back home, tossing my keys in the air, then catching them without looking. The often-present grin crossed my face as I whistled a tune I’d heard somewhere in my childhood.
If sex was food, I’d be morbidly overweight.
But I wasn’t just a pretty face. After all, I hadn’t been renamed Skeleton Man for nothing.
Gentle Eyes was the other nickname I’d grown fond of.
Born with an overload of energy and the finely honed ability to annoy even the grass itself—Mom’s words, not mine—I managed problems with my bare hands, saving my wolf counterpart for emergencies only.
Also because the fights wouldn’t last long enough for my entertainment.
I returned to the apartment as soon as I heard the rumors. I would have said that the gossip was terribly wrong and creatively ridiculous, but there were too many different people babbling about it.
At first, I assumed people at the party were already wasted. Then the pack’s channels were clogged with the news of my best friend meeting his fated mate in the arena. They said the same of my twin, but that his had rejected him right on the spot.
I’d missed the saddest show of the year, it seemed.
Still, nothing could’ve prepared me for the spectacle that awaited me.
I froze on the threshold of the living room. I was speechless—and I never ran out of words.
“Holy—”
