I’m an arse. A monster.
As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted it, but this girl is like a drug to me and it feels like every time she flinches, every time she looks at me in fear, I want to grab her and force her to see how important she is, how she has nothing to be afraid of. That I will protect her. I will always protect her.
Hell, I’d burn the world down for her now. I’ll go to war with every Pack if that’s what it takes to ensure she’s safe.
Only, everything I’m doing, everything I’m saying is wrong. I snarl, turning to face Cain and he’s looking at me like he’s going to punch me and god knows I deserve it.
“You shouldn’t have said that. You shouldn’t have done that.” He states, like I don’t know it.
I don’t reply. What can I say? He’s right. I just don’t know how to be around her, how to talk to her, how to touch her. Every time I get a hint of her scent, every time my skin makes contact with hers the Mate-bond seems to overwhelm me and I want to rip her clothes
