He smirked, his gaze blank. Inside, the hatred he felt threatened to make itself known. He used to think that the woman meant the world to him.
He betrayed his brother time and time again to please her. Despite being her mate, he watched her frolic with other men. Only now did he realize what was going on.
He was never in love with her. However, since the mate pull caused a natural attachment and attraction between them, he thought he loved her.
Could he be blamed when he never felt actual love? He spent almost all his life believing that his mother loved him. Her kind of love involved give and take.
It was neither selfless nor pure. Whatever he got, he compensated for it with another. He tsked, his disdain apparent for all to see. What was the point of hiding his emotions when he was already their target?
