"What?" He said in a low voice and I pulled away from him and covered my face in my hands. Tears started running down my face, "I was raped." I said in a shaky voice and realized I was trembling."How? Who? When?" Clayton growled softly and pulled my hands from my face. He looked utterly horrified. A groan escaped his lips as he stumbled away from me and sat on his bed running his fingers through his hair and scrubbing his hand down his face. He sighed and pinched the brim of his nose. He shook his head and started swearing under his breath."I don't know... I was fourteen, it was a long time ago. I'll tell you what I remember though..." I told him everything and at the end he was cursing loudly and growling. He put his hands over his ears and groaned before looking at me with red eyes. I gulped."I'm-I... I can't believe what I said to you. I don't deserve a mate... I don't deserve you. I'm such an asshole, you're right. You were raped-and I called you a whore. You were raped and I c
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