"Is it true?" I ask him slowly. Putting on this facade of calmness is the hardest thing I've had to do. "Do you find me pitiable? Is that why you've been doing so much for me? Because you thought I was a good lay?"
"The pheromones have a role to play in that," Chris interjects, helpfully, a smugness in his voice.
But I ignore him, my eyes on Morris, "You're not denying it."
His expression is carefully blank.
His silence is deafening and speaks volumes at the same time. I feel my wolf curl up tighter within me, and I realize its pain.
Mates.
Somewhere along the line, we had entered the mating dance. I just never realized it. Somewhere along the way, my feelings got too entangled. How am I supposed to piece my heart back together now?
It feels like there is this suffocating weight ins
