Chapter 39: Eyes on Her

Sasha knew all eyes were on her.

His eyes, the only other eyes in this room, are fixated on her. His face veiled in the shadows, his broad shoulder tensing.

“Fine. Keep the confession to yourself then.” He relaxed, breathing through his nose. “I want to know something else. I want to know if you—” he shook his head, not bothering to continue the question when another question popped out of his mouth instead. “Do you hate Ansel?”

A direct, and bland question.

“Sasha?”

“No,” she sighed, filling her lungs with enough air to speak to him.

His face tightened with her answer. She swore sorrow flashed in those forest-green eyes. As well as anger and pain.

“Why did Ansel visit you? Why did you let him use your body like that?” A cold, pressing question.

But Sasha’s lips only tugged upward. “He’s my Alpha, and my childhood friend. My lover. And I loved him, too.”

A growl, so loud and vicious erupted, the room shaking. Walls closed in as if