55 - DEVLIN

He stares down at me, caging me with his palms pressed flat to the wall on either side of me. Corbyn is confusing at the best of times, but right now, the last thing I need is to try to navigate what he’s after.

“If you want to kill me, do it already.” I press against his chest and he allows the space for me to walk past him.

“Switching Alpha’s now?” He asks casually as my hand hovers over the door handle.

“You knew,” I say without turning and there’s a sour taste developing on my tongue, one laced in the knowledge that he’s known this whole time that Gavin killed my family on purpose.

He grips my wrist, ignoring my statement, as he drags me into the small bathroom in the room, but thankfully it doesn’t come equipped with a tub. He pulls the hand towel from the hanging rod, getting it wet before dragging it along my skin where Gavin was.

He heard… everything.

“There was a woman who had an affair with the Alpha. She later died giving birth, despite there being no complication