Aeron POV
Sitting in the pack house I looked around my office. There were still whiskey glasses out, and now that I was sober I could smell the wolfhaze.
How did I not notice the lavender scent that stung going down. Aero should have known, but I knew better than to place any blame on him as he whimpered and cried from our actions last night.
How would we ever get our mate to forgive us?
Would she forgive us? We hurt her, we could feel the emotional and physical pain from her.
We marked her without asking for her permission. We were no better than the men who have hurt her before. And that killed me as I tried to hold back my tears by biting my tongue.
We walked over to my desk and sat down on the chair. Opening the laptop I started to look through the files on the female rogue. Alph
