Xaden's pov
What the hell was wrong with me? Why did I do that to Violet for gods sake?
I used my hand to wash over my face as I recalled the terrifying look that glistened her face when I ripped her dress.
I didn't know what came over me. But whatever it was, I truly had no power over it.
I've been hearing the muffled whispers among the servants, villagers and even pack members since I started avoiding Violet.
If anyone asked me why I was avoiding her, I would have no answer to give. Only that she reeks of something unsuitable to the eyes and my sense of smell. Somehow, that girl--- Mira, seemed more attractive and appealing than my own wife.
Lately, with violet, I felt muffled. As if someone had wrapped a duvet around my mind, numbing everything just enough to doubt everything we'
