Chapter 42: Darius

An angel. She looks like an angel when she’s sleeping. I failed miserably in my attempt to stay away from her. That lasted all of three days before I found myself back in her room, and I was shocked to find she didn’t mind me there. She even asked me to stay.

The ring should have cleared her mind. Let her resist the effects of the venom and see me for what I am, but still, here she is, sleeping against my chest, completely at peace. I don’t deserve this. She deserves her freedom. I’ve begun letting some of the she-wolves she’s befriended visit with her, but I don’t know how to offer her more than that.

The pack thinks she’s being punished here. That she’s my pet. I can’t just wipe that all away like the men who lost their lives at her hands don’t matter to me. They don’t. Those men deserved to die for how they treated her, but their family members don’t need to know that. I could have a rebellion on my hands.

She stirs in her sleep, running her hand across my chest, and I feel my dick