Lucy
Matt’s eyes darted between my head and then up to Yvonne’s face. He growled.
“How dare you do this to her hair!” Matt growled and stepped toward me. “It’s so short. We’ve been working so hard to get it to grow out. You—”
He reached out to me. I pulled away. My heart was racing as I started to speak.
“I asked her to cut it.”
He shook his head. “No, you’re just saying that. You want long hair. It makes me happy. Don’t you want to make your mate happy?”
I clenched my jaw. “I hate having long hair.”
He flinched, stumbling back. My jaw trembled. Fear tumbled through me as he kept shaking his head. I forced myself to just keep breathing. I could do this. I could say something.
“What are you saying? You… You’re our mate. You’re supposed to make us happy.” His gaze darted to my ears
