Shyla’s P.O.V.
My plea for some gentleness startled King’s Maddox as his grip loosened on my hips, he took two steps back in hurry. If it wasn’t for my hands on his shoulder, I would have hit the ground with full force, hurting my ass.
King shuffled away from me, removing my hands from his body like I was infecting him with flesh eating bacteria, gasping in disbelief.
“You are lying, omega.”
He wrapped the towel around his waist and pounced at me, jerking my arm repeatedly.
“Stop lying! You weren’t willing to begin with, Omega. And now you came up with this awful excuse to push me away.
Who gave you this advice?
Was it Catherine?”
*TRIGGER WARNING. PHYSICAL VIOLENCE! *
King’s face took a haunted look as he refused to believe me, firing off multiple questions in quick succession. H
