Chapter Twenty Two

(Natasha's POV)

Diego had given me some time to settle in.

He had offered me new sets of clothes, but I refused them, I wanted nothing from him, my clothes were good enough for me.

I couldn't be more grateful that he didn't question me further.

He had given me space and time, just as I had requested and finally I had made up my mind.

I was going to let him claim me as his mate, tarrying would only get supicious.

For the night I had to sleep alone. I didn't want him close by, I wasn't ready or prepared to sleep on the same bed with him, that action alone would bring more guilt, I was sleeping in the same bed with the man who had directly or indirectly killed my parents and ended my pack.

I had to remind myself that I was doing all these for them.

Finally after many hours of staying awake and staring at the celling. I finally slep off, but there was one thing I also didn't think about.

My nightmares.

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I was eight years old once again, staring at the dead body of my parents, but this ti