Shifting

Christian’s POV

FUCK.

FUCK.

That fucking man is like a fourth goddamn person in this relationship. Every time it feels like we are getting somewhere, his bullshit antics come back to haunt her and fill her with nothing but fear and doubt.

“You aren’t broken little one.” I release her arms and hold her to me. My shirt instantly wicks up her warm tears and clings to my chest. Zander looks on from the other side of the kitchen, where he is busy cooking up the food he has scattered all over the work tops. I know he wants to comfort her and tell her everything we have been telling her since we found her. I also know he is acutely aware of the damage that was done when she saw me in that alley, and that I need to heal that fray in our bond without his interference.

“You’re right. You have told us things nobody should ever have the need to say, and we have given very little in return. It’s not because we are hiding anything from you baby. We just don’t want to add our baggage to everything y