“So you’ve discovered you’re the alpha’s mate.” Her lips quirk and the wrinkles in the corner of her eyes deepen. “No. He rejected me.” “He did?” She raises a thin eyebrow. “Abertha.” I drag in a ragged breath. “It hurts.” I’m sweating so hard, already the cotton is sticking to my back. My core spasms, and it’s worse than any cramp. It’s a contraction. A thrusting knife.
