Chapter 92. Cleo's Heat (1)

Blayne’s POV

Shit! Cleo goes into heat tonight!

“You could have told me,” I scolded my wolf, feeling anxious and like an idiot. After getting off the call with Vance, my brain was fried and my thoughts were jumbled. Though I'm in the bunker with my warriors, I'm completely zoned out.

“You’re the one who keeps screwing up everything,” he huffs, “You’ve been so busy with the investigations that you barely visited her.”

“You know why,” I charged him, “The guilt of arresting my own mate is killing me.” Plus those accusing fiery sea-green eyes scorch my heart. She’s bound to bleed me dry.

“Yet, you are alive and making our mate suffer.” He jabs at me. “If you weren’t a part of me, I’d hope she dumped your sorry ass.”

“Oh, shut the hell up.” I gritted. “We are one and the same. Let’s just focus on getting Cleo through the night.”

“Heat lasts for days, dumdum.” He curtly pointed out. “It’s at least three days.”

Fuck! I did no