"You just wanted to play with my heart, was that it?" Jasmine asked. Every bit of her emotions leaked through her words. I could hear the anger, the hurt, and, most of all, the disappointment. I stepped back putting space between us. But there was that stupid tug that wanted to pull me closer to her. "It ain't like that," I said. "Then what the hell is it like?" she screamed. "You wouldn't understand." She wouldn't at all. How did I tell her I was a wolf? How did I tell her she was my mate without her thinking I needed to be locked up in some mental ward? Jasmine's eyes are wet. My soul ripped and I could physically feel that shit. I wanted to scream from the pain. "Help me understand, Dominic." Jasmine pleaded. Did I need to pull an Edward Cullen and take her out to the woods to show her what I really am? What if she rejects me after learning the fucking truth? It scared me to let her down. I felt like I needed to take her to my special place to show her the real me. However, I was also afraid of rejection. I felt like if she rejected me, that shit would hurt like a wolf losing its mate. With that, the pain would be unbearable.