Hardin:
Why would she be walking, breathing the same air, let alone live with me?
She's the problem, my hate for her was the deepest, it made my skin pores open, she was a stain that wouldn't wash away.
I kept my teeth together, my knuckles burning with my hands holding the edge of the desk.
I felt like a beast caged, my ribs falling in, my body felt sore, I took in deep breath, wishing I could kill myself for touching her.
I took another breath trying to relax and not give myself any wound but each draw made me realize how weak I had been with her.
Instantly, I hit my fist against the table, hard making the desk crack.
“Damn her.”
She wasn't supposed to mean anything to me, she was just an omega, a poor one whose mother was trying to reap off my father.
The fact that my wolf did
