Bella
As we snuggled in bed, I asked,
“Alex, don’t you think that it was more effective when we’re both fighting rather than you bodily protecting me?” I lazily looked at him.
He grunted before lifting my right leg and his hand gently fluttered at the large, ugly bruise on my calf. My heart dropped as he did. Then he turned me gently and raised my top to reveal another long red blotchy bruise across my back.
“You being hurt is effective huh?” his voice was low and regretful.
“I…” then I sighed, “Alex, these are minor injuries though. Can we come to a compromise about this?” I was determined.
“I’m not the kind of person who can be kept in the pack house to just serve your needs and be a trophy Luna,” I said bluntly. I knew how possessive and how old male Lycans and werewolves think bu
