There’s a flash of frustration on his face, just the smallest flash and it was hidden so quickly that I doubted it was even ever there.
“I won’t force you to leave with me if you don’t want to, but I don’t plan on leaving you behind either,” he says, his tone oozes sincerity even though there’s confusion in his eyes.
I’m confused too. I’ve spent months plotting my escape, running away at the slightest opportunity and fantasising about the day I would finally be free of the triplets' clutches. And now here was an opportunity, presenting itself in the form of my mate and I was… hesitating.
Why? Somehow I’d made myself believe that it had nothing to do with the triplets and more to do with my pack, I couldn’t acknowledge the fact that the thought of leaving the Triplets made me feel a litt
