Gabriel's POV
Her words should've made me angry.
'I bought it myself.' I repeated in my head and I felt the relief, not anger, ripple through me and my wolf.
Sure, she didn't give me credit for using my card to buy it, but technically, this was her money too. She just didn't know it yet.
All the jealousy and possessive rage that had swirled inside of me at the sight of the jacket on the chair, and the faint smell of a man's cologne, it eased slightly, as if my wolf had been reassured that a man had not bought, nor owned, this apartment.
Using my card to buy something that she came home to every night, that she ran to when things got too much, meant that whether she liked it or not, my presence…my memory, had always been the one she turned to, even when I wasn't here in per
