Chapter 24. Sparks of a Starving Bond

GRAYSON

My jaw clenched as I watched Belle rush around the diner, working her butt off.

It was physically painful to stay in my seat while my mate, the absolute love of my life, was pushing her body past its breaking point right in front of me.

And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

I had been sitting there for hours. The only reason I hadn’t already pounced on her and dragged her ass back home was that I understood where she was coming from.

I had been there; I had witnessed everything that Azazel had done to her. And she thought it was me. She had every right to be upset. She should be upset.

This was a shock to her. She needed time to process that I was back in her life and that I still wanted her.

She needed to see that I wasn’t going to push her—that I was willing to work to earn back her trust and let her come to me. This entire situation was in her hands.

But that didn’t mean her constant rejection of me didn’t frust