Chapter Ten

Sophia’s POV

I’m drowning, fighting for every breath as his lips stray ever closer to my marking spot. He could do it. I wouldn’t stand a chance of stopping him or fighting him off. Would I even want to? I know I should but what he is doing right now feels so… so… good.

He did keep his promise to free the omegas. He went above and beyond what he had vowed in my room. He said he would wait for me to be ready, that he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t ask for.

I did nod my approval when he caught my eye in the mirror. What was I agreeing to? I had no idea. I did feel something deep inside me, a niggling sensation, a shard of trust digging at my better sense. How can he earn my trust if I don’t give him enough rope to hang himself?

He has given me all of the control and I have three options. Keep us here in purgatory, neither of us making a move in either direction. Reject him, try to move on and not reopen old wounds. Or, I could accept him and resign myself to whatever the fates have in st