Oyuna was stunned.
Hearing these melancholy words slip from the lips of her mate was painful.
Did he truly think that she did not like him…? That is impossible…! How could she not…?!
Bayar is perfect. Every bit and every fiber of him is perfect.
She loved his wit and wry humor. His insatiable appetite for life is a wonder. His sense of absolute responsibility and bravery is a priceless treasure.
The wolf girl would never have enough of his intelligence and prowess.
And his sensuality…
Her heart could never stop fluttering when she laid her eyes upon him. She wanted nothing more than to bury himself against his warm frame– Skin on skin. Inhaling every petal of his scent.
He was delicious.
She could never want anyone more.
So how could she have hurt him so…?
The lump in her throat was increasing and she had a hard time swallowing this reality.
