She'd always wake up begging me to stop whatever I was doing to her, I used to love the way she cry's out my name in her dreams.
I'll make sure she doesn't stop having them, she'll see me everywhere she goes.
And every time she started to feel safe, I'd be there to yank that security away.
Every moment of happiness would be poisoned with the knowledge that I was watching, waiting, planning. Every night she managed to sleep peacefully would be followed by nightmares that felt more real than her waking hours.
I wanted to break her down so completely that no one would be able to put her back together again. Not her precious brother, not her new friends, and especially not that pathetic excuse for an alpha who thought he could protect what belonged to me.
I'd met Tristan Hayes a few days
