His Plump Mate
I’m trying my best to keep my anger under control when I smell the saltiness of my mate’s tears as she whispers, she is sorry.
All the rage leaves me in that instant. I feel tears sting but hold them back. My bold, beautiful, strong mate is still scared that I am mad at her. I feel it through the bond. I shift her until she is straddling me.
“Don’t you dare apologize Rebel.” I say as she looks away with tears in her eyes and it guts me. “Look at me darling.” When she slowly focuses her eyes on me, I continue, “I’m angry with how you were treated. Not at you, never at you. Do you understand? I love you so fucking much, that the rage I feel knowing you were so close and being abused in such a