*ELYSIA*
The second Dorian’s eyes met mine, my stomach churned with irritation. I felt a strong revolt against his presence because it made my skin crawl.
Memories.
Unpleasant memories began to flick through the forefront of my brain. The abuse, the torture, the physical assault, the emotional pain. Each represented the misery I experienced while living with him, and I recoiled from the trauma.
The f*****g blondie beside him threw her head back and laughed, regarding something he said. And then they began to strut in our direction.
Alpha Drayton snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me tighter to his side and I melded my smaller figure with his. Not because I was scared, but because the trauma haunting me at the moment made me a bit vulnerable. It felt like I had just seen a mons
