Zique rose up from the floor, taking her with him.

He didn’t know what his problem was or how he ended up planting his lips against hers but it just happened.

She shouldn’t have said what she did, her words were what riled him up...

‘I don’t want to stay anymore. I hate it...take me to Gabe or to Damion. I won’t run away.’

He had this strange feeling in his guts when Gabe had brazenly taken her on a walk earlier and then she had the courage to mention him again.

It was obvious she preferred Gabe more than she did him and that didn’t make him feel very nice.

Regardless of everything he had said and done to her, he was her mate, she had no right saying she wanted to live with Gabe.

And yet instead of getting angry as he should, he had bent down and kissed her like a fool.

That didn’t deem him weak, did it?

Kissing a girl wasn’t something that made a man weak, but why did he even kiss her in the first place?

Was it because of those eyes?

Those sad, desperate orbs that looked up at him pl