Chapter 11

Francesca's wolf shot out from the shock, within a second, her sharp nails clawed at Stefano's face. But Stefano did not fight back. He held her, soothingly trying to cradle her head. 

"Shh...shh...it's okay." he whispered in her ear, "Qin ai de, it's me."  

Francesca stopped at that voice. That was her mate's voice, not Stefano's. She realized she had her eyes closed the whole time she was attacking him. A relieved sob rose from her chest, and she fell into Tristan's arms gratefully. He caught her as if she weighed nothing, showering her face with kisses. He untied her hands quickly and Francesca touched his bleeding face, wounded by her blind assault. She was about to apologize when the cuts faded away. Alpha's healing. 

"I'm okay, my love," Tristan said, smiling at her like she was the moon. 

Francesca's sobs could not be controlled now that she remembered that she has her mate. She couldn't believe she almost killed hersel