Alpha Daryl
He traces his fingers over it which causes me to shudder, a mixture of pain and the tantalising feeling of his skin touching mine, his voice is low as he whispers “Who did this?”
I had seen what he was capable of with Maddox, with my hesitation he grabs my good wrist “Ashley, I will not ask you again, who did this?”
My lips barely move, but Daryl still registers the word “That fucking lowlife” I was shaking now, his grip was tight around my wrist, this was it, he was going to reject me because I was damaged goods.
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