Desiree’s POV
The sound of the door slamming felt like it echoed inside my skull.
I stayed exactly where I was, my hands pressed hard against my face, trying to stop the tears that wouldn't stop coming. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped a heavy chain around my ribs and was pulling it tighter every time I tried to take a breath.
Brandon had never looked at me like that.
He had always been the one who was calm with me. Even when he was being bossy or overprotective, there was always a softness in his eyes for me. But just now? He looked at me with a cold, burning anger that made me feel like a stranger. He didn't see me as his mate. He saw me as a problem that needed to be managed.
"Desiree... sweetheart, please don't cry."
It was Grayson’s voice. I felt his hand touch my
