STOLEN BY THE RUTHLESS ALPHA
But then my demeanor softened when I caught sight of the tears rolling down her cheeks.
Fuck!
"Daisy, I'm sorry,” my voice was gently.
She rolled her eyes and looked away from me. "You're always sorry," she whispered. "I will never be happy here, will I?"
Her question caught me off guard, and suddenly, I felt like the evil villain in this story.
"I want you to be happy, Daisy." I walked up to her, touching her chin with one hand while I use the other to wipe her tears. “Please don’t cry,” I begged her. “I don’t like it when you cry.”