[GRANT]
"You… You love me?" Nour asked sheepishly.
Grant looked at the mate he had been given. The past few weeks he had been trying his best to be affectionate with the omega. He was trying to stay sane in this bond, but there were times when it was just too much for him.
He had always prayed to have Alanor, and even though he knew that Alanor had chosen Unar for his revenge, he hoped that Alanor would come back to him. Maybe if he treated Nour better, Alanor would choose him, right?
"I do. I love you so very much," Grant said, even though he knew it was a lie he was living. Maybe if he lived this lie for longer, he wouldn't give in to the great urge to twist his mate's neck and be mateless so Alanor would come back for him.
At the end of the day, Grant had made his rejection by Alanor his personality. He hated what had happened and no matter what respect he got in the werewolf kingdom he couldn't help but be haunted by the fact that he was nothing to the young Wynter.
