“I cannot let you go,” James told her. “And I will not. So I ask you now, Elizabeth of the Moirai, will you take me, your Alpha, as your mate?”
“I think that’s something I can do,” Elizabeth murmured, shyly.
And then James felt the beginning of it. The mate bond demanding to be completed. James felt a hunger like he had never experienced before.
This had been his greatest mistake with Elizabeth the last time. Far more than not telling her who he really was, a thousand times worse than not telling her exactly where the pack was.
This, not completing the mate bond, had been his true mistake.
If he had completed it, he would have been able to find her anywhere. Even if she had lost her memory of him entirely, she would have felt a pull to him. Her confusion would not exist, her hesitance would not exist.
He hadn’t done that.