Where was the wildcat who’d grabbed up a piece of sharp debris days ago?
If I get you angry enough, you will kill me more quickly.
Those had been her words when the Beta translator had been summoned.
Maybe he had not taken her words as seriously as he should have. Relying on their bond to ease her considerable distress, spoiling her with gratuitous f*****g—it had changed nothing.
She was more skittish now than when he had brought her home.
Chris even wondered what she would do if given the opportunity to leave. Would she flee, seek another protector? Would she hate him as it seemed she did now?
This was beyond fear. This was spiritually unhealthy.
A featherlight skim of fingertips traced the outline of his shoulders, his Omega seeking out the spaces where muscles met so a practiced
