Sina didn’t trust me.
I balled my hands into fists and paced around my bedroom, breathing in her thick scent drifting underneath my closed door. All the others had gone to bed hours ago, but I couldn’t sleep tonight. It seemed that all I could think about was how terrible I had been.
Why hadn’t I noticed that Sina was being abused for years—for f*****g years? Had I been that bad of a mate, that bad of an alpha, that I couldn’t figure out that Sina being sick was just her father’s disgusting excuse for being a piece of s**t?
My chest tightened, my throat closing. I should’ve f*****g been there. I should’ve taken the pain away from her, just like I had tried to take all the pain from the guys these past four years. It was the least I could’ve f*****g done. And I had f*****g failed at that
