Even if he wasn't admitting it, I knew he had started loving her a long time ago. He only stayed with me because of our bond.
I would stop chasing after someone who doesn't love me.
And for the first time in a long while, I felt like I could finally start healing.
Oaks and Cinnamon...
Days later, a strong, familiar scent hit me again before I even saw him.
Aiden.
My heart tightened as I scanned the crowd gathered around a plush black Rolls-Royce in front of my apartment. Aiden, leaning over his car, kept signing autographs of his fanatics. He seemed too relaxed, too carefree. Like nothing had changed.
I turned to leave, but before I could slip away, his voice stopped me.
"Mia."
I froze, unwilling to look at him in case I would falter. But I could leave... not when he was using his scent to trigger the pull of our mate bond. Slowly, I turned, my heart raced.
He had a soft smile plastered on his face, his broad frame shielding me from the eyes of his fanatics. He seemed like the breakup had never happened and I didn't suffer the last few weeks. As if he hadn’t chosen someone else over me.