The Alphas' Porn Star Mate
When I would touch her before, even when she was asleep, she would furrow her brows into a dreaded expression, like she couldn’t stand my touch even when she was unconscious.
Now, her bruised face was peaceful, even if my insides weren’t.
“I’m so sorry, Cam,” Odette had the gall to place her hand on my arm. “If you need any comfort at all, I mean, someone just to talk to, I’m here.”
“Sure you are,” I heard her brother mutter under his breath.
“Thanks,” I managed to spit out without showing the disgust I was feeling inside.
“And to think this would happen the night we were celebrating your anniversary,” my mother dabbed at her dry eyes, pretending to wipe away tears.