Milo I finally had the guy I’ve dreamed about forever, in my grasp, only to lose him within seconds of the best kiss ever. My older brother Jeremy always got whatever I wanted.
The alpha title had simply been the last straw for me.
I wanted to hurt him, for him to feel what I felt for once, but kissing Darius–the one I thought could never be mine–did so much more than hurt Jeremy. It hurt me.
Darius Milo is mine, even if he’s acting out and being petty. I’m doing my best, keeping my distance as he realizes just how badly he fucked up.
But he isn’t the only one who needs some maturing, and once I learn more about my mate, I suddenly see the bigger picture.
Milo and I have a lot of maturing to do, and even though I try to stay away, I can’t.
