SLADE
I’d been hurt in different ways all through my life, I’d learnt early in life not to trust and to follow my instincts before anything else, but why couldn’t I control the heart-wrenching pain that tore at my chest right now?
I wanted to believe she didn’t have anything to do with it, but how could she look me in my face and pretend not to know where Daryl is when his scent was plastered all over her? How could she look so innocent when she was so guilty?
Asher had almost lost it yesterday and I had to refrain my beast from doing the unthinkable. He wanted to punish her, put her in chains and have her begging for betraying us. Nothing annoyed him more than perceiving an enemy’s scent on our mate.
She is carrying my child for crying out loud, how can I trust her after this? A part
