37. Past
*Important announcement in the author note, please check it out after you finish the chapter* Knox's P.O.V I knew what I had to do and I knew that there wouldn't be a better time than now. I had dragged it on long enough, keeping it inside me, promising that one day, I would tell her, reveal the truth when I was ready. But the truth is, there wouldn't ever be a good time for what I was about to tell her and I would never be ready to open up, show anyone, even my mate, the deepest, darkest parts of me that I hid even from myself. My past. The past, in which I bled and cried myself to sleep until I physically couldn't do it anymore. The one, in which I was beaten, sometimes more than once a day. The past, in which I became the killer of the man I was supposed to call a father. But he wa
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