Keirn sat in his home alone, his anger boiling. He had to wonder what he would have done if his mate hadn't been part zombie. Would he have rejected her? He didn't know what he would have done. Vernisa had not rejected her mate. She tried to tell him what happened, but it all blew up in his face. He was too intoxicated, and he didn't listen when she wanted to talk to him privately. Now he was without a mate. It was unlikely he would find another one.
He had followed, then watched Vernisa with her human mate at the dorms. She couldn't fight the bond. It was obvious. He knew how hard it was. He fought it himself when he looked into the eyes of his own mate. He felt the bond snap the moment his heart rejected his mate in the clinic. His only thought had been that he couldn't be a mate with a zombie.
