Chapter 148

Dax's POV

“Should I ask how it’s going?” Elliot checked as he pulled his truck away from Sabrina’s place.

I grimaced. “No.”

He wouldn’t push me for details; he knew I preferred to think my way through shit on my own.

“Do you know why your wolf waited so long to choose her?”

“No,” I admitted.

My head leaned back against the headrest, my fingers hanging loosely from the handle on the truck’s ceiling.

Elliot turned up the music; it was some kind of pop station, which I assumed was his mate’s doing.

Fuck, I’d kill for Sabrina to casually change the radio station in my car, or hook up her own damn phone because she didn’t like the music on mine.

I’d kill for her to look at me like I wasn’t a damned disappointment, too.

“She doesn’t want me,” I admitted.

Usually, I’d think things through on my own, but… well, I was lost. I had no idea what to do with the woman—my woman.

“You should see the way she looks at me. Like sh