95. Norman
For a long second, silence stretched between us, it was so thick that it felt like the room itself was holding its breath. Raven’s chest rose and fell, her lips parted, her eyes locked onto mine with disbelief. My own heart was pounding so hard that I was sure, if it continued like this, it might pop out of my chest, my throat dry.
Then, without warning, the words slipped past my lips rough, low, but true.
“Raven… I’m sorry,” I had said the words, the words that I had been avoiding for a long time.
This was me, Alpha Norman, who never begged anyone, let alone she-wolves, who I thought were just there to satisfy me and nothing else. After all, I thought them to be weak and pathetic, using their bodies to impress men into doing whatever they wanted, and it was disgusting to ev
