Archer’s POV
I am livid, apocalyptic. How dare she talk to my mate like that and she dared to use me like that. I am ashamed of how I handled the whole situation. How I even tried to gaslight my own mate, or perhaps I was gaslight myself. Irregardless of how I am feeling now, I have some serious groveling to do to my little mate.
I look up from my computer screen to see my mates ‘I told you so’ face. I really f****d up, didn’t I. She has not even been in the pack for more than an hour and I managed to ditch her, make her be with a manipulative b***h in my absence and then to top that s**t off, I go and accuse her of not knowing what she saw and heard with her own eyes. f**k I’m an i***t.
“I don’t know what to say little mate.” I look into her face, hoping for a clue as to h
