“How many times, do I have to say I’m sorry, before you forgive me?” Liam asked, the moment we were in the car. He and I rode in the back while Seb drove as if he were our chauffeur. This was one of his father’s SUVs and like always it was spacious and spelt new. Liam was sitting next to me but I had my back turned to him and was sitting as far away from him as possible.
“I don’t know. You walk into the restaurant and accuse me of cheating on you. I haven’t seen you in two months. I try calling, the conversations last for about two minutes. I’m understanding because I know what’s going on, but you treat me like this? How dare you?” I asked hurt.
“I’m sorry, I think it’s the alpha in me or my wolf. I don’t know. I’ve only been a Were for a few months almost a year and when it comes to you
