Chapter 90: I Am the Villain

Gustav's POV

I stood before Monica, hard between my thighs, dripping with her juice. Iris glared at me with hurt, her features scrunched up into a grimace. She bit her lips, blinking back the hot tears burning her eyes, looking up at the stone ceiling.

I knew it was not her fault. I had pushed her away, just as Drogo and mother had pointed it out. If I had given her a chance to hear her out, and be a friend to her when she needed one to talk to, she probably wouldn't have escaped from the mansion that night to Amber's motel. Her meeting with Ludovic would have been fatefully avoided.

I was angry at her for not being patient with me, for not enduring the tough times with me as expected of mates. Aren't mates supposedly to be inseparable? Why is mine different? Even after rejecting, I still wanted her. I craved her like ice cream on a hot afternoon.

It hurt me to hurt her; I never wanted to see her cry- a promise I had made to her in the loop. But again, I'd broken my promise and her h