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ALDER’S POV.

I was nervous.

I did not know the outcome of this conversation with Cass. I did not want to think about it or talk about it at all but I knew it was inevitable.

I could easily tell her that I did not want to talk about it or so but I knew it would cause another problem. I just followed her into the room after checking on the twins. I was going to be on duty tonight, as per I knew the twins would wake up because of hunger later tonight.

We entered our room and she sat on the bed. I am not supposed to sit beside her so I just stood at the door area.

“So what is this I am hearing about you being into BDSM and you being abused?” She asked, looking at me with a look that pierced my soul.

“Can I say I do not want to talk about it?” I asked, taking a leap of hope.

If looks could kill right now, I would be 34ft under because that look was very scary I kept my mouth shut immediately.

“I’m listening.” She said not even looking at me.

Oh shit here we go.

“So, my father had two sist