Chapter 129
Trista's POV
His embrace closed around me like a cage. The mating bond in my chest gave a violent yank, and my wolf let out a low, pathetic keening. It fought him harder than ever, the urge to claw surfacing as a burn in my fingertips.
He ignored my struggling and pulled me tighter.
I could see a fracture in his eyes—a flicker of heartache he couldn't quite suppress.
"Trista," he rasped, his voice impossibly soft. "Everyone has a past. Samantha is just mine, and so is that kid. Stop holding onto my past like it's a weapon."
"The past?" I let out a sound that was half-laugh, half-sob.
I couldn't break free, so I did the only thing I could: I bit his shoulder.
The copper tang of blood exploded in my mouth, and my wolf finally caught its breath for a fleeting second.
Cass
