Chapter 59 - Freya POV
"No, Jake. I can't accept this."
The words spill from my lips before I can stop them. My voice is trembling, my legs unsteady as I stand and push away from the table, from him. My heart is racing so fast it feels like it might leap from my chest. The air in the room is suddenly too thin, too heavy.
Jake doesn't move at first. His expression is unreadable, a stone mask I've learned to hate. He simply watches me, his arms crossed as if I'm being irrational, as if I'm nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum.
"What do you mean, a second mate?" I whisper, my voice rising into something sharper, angrier.
"I'm your mate. Your true mate."
He sighs. The sound cuts through me more deeply than if he had shouted.
"Of course you are, Freya," he says, as if repeating some rehearsed line.
"You're the literal half of my soul."
