Layla's POV
My cheeks burned and fury rose so fast that it almost choked me.
"You had no f*****g right to do that Gabe," I said. My voice was low, but it wasn't shaking. "You knew exactly what that would mean and you did it anyway. You forced a moment to happen between us that should never have happened."
"I forced nothing," he shrugged, "I lost control of my wolf, that's all."
"That's not an excuse."
"No. It's a fact." He answered calmly, as he studied my face like he was cataloguing every reaction. "And if I had wanted to truly force anything, Layla, you wouldn't have been able to push me off. I would have taken what I wanted."
Freja growled at that, offended and sickeningly, a little bit thrilled.
"I f*****g hate you," I said quietly.
"You don't." He chuckled a
