Lyall
I knew what I did was wrong. The guilt had been eating me alive from the inside. I should not have laid hands on my wife no matter the circumstance but now I did it and I couldn't take it back.
Even if the primal instinct to defend my mate was overwhelming— I shouldn't have given in. I should have resisted it, after all, I am the Alpha of all Alphas. I let out a sigh. What kind of Alpha did that make me? One that hits women? I should be protecting them instead.
My lip curled in disgust as I hurled a jar next to my bedside across the room. I couldn't get the look on their faces out of my head. The look of sheer pain and agony on Sheila's, terror on Aria's, and the look of complete disappointment on Kendrick's face.
I didn't know if I could face any of them again. I had done someth
