14. Delta of the Pack

I blushed at his comment. That’s one way to crush my confidence. I looked down knowing it’s hard for me to meet his eyes.

There’s something the way he said it that felt like I was a slut. It’s not my fault my breasts were on the bigger side. My sisters were the same so I shouldn’t feel like this. It’s just normal.

I was waiting for him to say something. I couldn’t ask him why he was here. I really thought it was Rose. It had become a habit for her to barge right into my room. I didn’t have a problem with that since she always comes here to ask me if there’s anything I need.

I didn’t expect the devil’s presence. The last time he came here was a memory that I wanted to bury six feet under the ground. I rarely see him, too. He was someone that comes and goes. I often catch a glimpse of him, sometimes during training. I would sneak a glance but I would look away immediately. His presence was scary enough, let alone meeting his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt his hand wrapped around my neck, sque