“Bella!” He abruptly put down the phone and threw it to the bed beside him. “Babe, did I wake you up? I'm sorry, love.” He feigned innocence like a criminal lying in front of a cop.
“Who’s Bella? Why were you with her last night and just called her? How long have you been seeing each other? Did you plan to mate me and leave me after?” I fired all those questions right away.
“Bella.”
“How could you propose to another woman—and much worse to another she-wolf named Bella?!” I managed to let my anger remain at the minimum level, hoping to calm my still-raging heart down while I let out a cry in front of my mate.
When he didn’t answer, I asked two more questions. “Do you love her?” My pause after asking made him straightened. “Did you ever love me?”
His silence became heavier and longer. I think it was his answer enough.
