"Where were you last night?" Sebastian inquired. I shrugged him off, going into my room to take a shower, my mind was completely clouded with my mate. Specifically, how badly I've already damaged our relationship.
"Oh shut it Sebastian." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, so you were with her! You dirty little--" He began, I ended up cutting him off.
"Fuck off!" I shouted from the bathroom. That little shit, always bothering me about her. Honestly, doesn't he have his own mate to worry about?
Every time I even think about Charlotte, immense guilt washes over me. I never intended for her to be so fearful of me, I was just afraid of losing her again, like what almost happened at the cliff. She doesn't deserve me, I haven't treated her like mates do, and I regret it every passing day. To Charlotte, I'm just a cold, blood-thirsting, merciless King who has no respect for her. I dropped my head into my hands, massaging my temples as I sighed heavily.