Seventeen

Camila didn't even want to imagine what would have happened if Dante had raped her... her throat stung, she wanted to cry, but she repressed her urge.

"I..." She didn't know how to tell him, so she just said it. "Thank you."

Marcus shook his head, and a few seconds later parked on the side of the deserted road.

He didn't say anything, just kept her eyes straight ahead. He wasn't planning to talk? Marcus kept tensing his grip on the car's steering wheel tightly.

"How did you know that I...?" Camilla asked.

The alpha sighed tiredly and looked at her for the first time, since they got in the car.

"I've known Dante since we were kids, we practically grew up together and when he said he had other business to attend to, I knew exactly what he meant. I was so furious that you had told me you had only gone to dinner, when it wasn't true, even though deep down I believed you and decided to come back to check on you, I heard your screams and didn't hesitate to go in."

"How could you? I mean,