Hawk laid on his bed, fidgeting with the medal of honor hanging on the necklace around his neck.
He told himself not to think about her. If he didn't, it wouldn't be a big deal.
But how could he not?
Moon acted like she'd wanted a bad boy all that time. But she'd checked out as soon as Hawk showed he wasn't all talk.
She didn't want him when he was a sissy. She didn't want him as an alpha. She didn't know what she wanted; except not him, apparently.
"Her loss," he tried convincing himself, rubbing at his eye.
