Kiera
I lost control. Again. I could have seriously hurt Blake and then where would I be? I most likely would have been sentenced to death for it. One minute I was in pain from what Blake explained was a heat cycle but the next thing I knew I was catapulted into darkness and Leslie was in ultimate control. Leslie wouldn’t even let me through to communicate with her. When she picked up the piece of glass and vulnerable was the only chance I got to fight and get my control back. I came forward in time for Blake to grab my wrists and scream at us that what Leslie was doing wasn’t an option. Ever. I didn’t even realize Leslie felt so neglected. How could I have let this happen?
Hanging my head, Blake pulls me toward the kitchen and sets me on the stool at the bar next to his mother. Alpha Br
