Chapter Eighteen – Unspoken Truths and Dangerous Encounters
Zara's POV
The room felt suffocating.
I sat across from Hunter, staring at him, waiting.
Waiting for an explanation.
Waiting for a truth I knew he wouldn't give me.
The weight of everything between us—**his unexplained actions, his possessiveness, his refusal to reject me, yet refusal to claim me—**was suffocating.
I sat there thinking if I should say something to break the silence, and after a lot of effort I spoke.
"If you can't even look at me like a mate," I murmured, my voice edged with frustration, "then maybe you should just reject me."
A deep growl rumbled in his chest.
Before I could react, he moved.
His grip closed around my wrist, pulling me forward, crashing me into his chest.
I gasped, hands pressing against the firm muscles of his chest, my pulse hammering.
His green eyes burned into mine, his face just inches away.