With shaky hands, Nord held his arms to his face. He exhaled, shakily, the realization of what he just did dawning in him. The incessant displeasure emanating from his beast was disturbing. It unnerved him, making him gnash his teeth.
Perspiration ran down his neck and his temples. He was scared. Worried. And scared. What if he just hit her too much?
What if he had damaged her as a result of this? His Mate, the one who he was spoken to protect was the one he had to hit.
He shook his head as he watched the knocked out form of Belle. Her chest rose and feel. The blow from his fist left an imprint on her face. His only bet was that it would clear off by the time she was awake.
He could only hope that.
Then what if she was awake?
Nord asked himself, mentally. If she was awake, what wo
