ARTHUR
The moment I heard Gwen’s voice, I felt something inside me snap.
All the effort I had put into this day into making Aria smile, into getting her to at least look at me without that guarded stare came crashing down like a wall collapsing.
I sat there, my hands clenched into fists, but I forced myself not to move.
My eyes were fixed on Aria, and seeing that soft, almost shy expression she’d had a moment ago twist into sadness and shock made my chest ache in a way I didn’t know how to explain.
My wolf shifted uneasily inside me, letting out a low growl that never reached my lips. It wasn’t anger at Aria. No it was anger at the situation, at Gwen, at myself. I had wanted this day to be different.
For once, I wanted to prove to her that I wasn’t the man her father claimed I was.
