Faith's POV
The emotion twisting in my gut has a name, and I hate admitting it. Jealousy. Pure, bitter jealousy consumes me as I watch Freya and Rex together. Don't get me wrong - I'm genuinely happy for her. She's remarkable, and what she endured for Lara took incredible courage. Her integrity shines through everything she does.
But watching them approach, seeing how completely his scent has claimed hers, sends that familiar spike of envy straight through my chest.
The feeling disgusts me, but I can't shake it.
Our mate will come, Faith. When he does, he'll want everyone to know we belong to him just like Rex needs the world to see that Freya is his, Fallon whispers in my mind, always my voice of reason.
I shouldn't feel this way, Fallon. It's beneath our dignity, I respond.
Wanting our mate isn't something to be ashamed of. Jealousy over that is natural, she counters.
