-Joseph-
Cora rubs her breasts and winces. “We should head back. Peter will need to eat soon.”
I nod, pushing her hair back from her face. My heart plummets when I see a scratch on her cheek that I’m sure I’m responsible for.
“Alright.” I help her stand, and when I do, I finally see all the scratches on her body. There are so many and so much dried blood. I suddenly find it difficult to breathe. “Cora. I hurt you.”
“Hmm…?” she asks, looking over her shoulder. “It’s just some scratches. Hera is healing them already.”
I push my hands through my hair, overcome with guilt. I swore I’d never hurt her again, but I did. I made her bleed- again. Am I so incapable of being a decent mate that I can’t f**k my mate without hurting her?
“Hey,” she says softly, turning to cup my face
