chapter 12(3)

Now, I know why with the frightened look in Marge’s eyes that day and how she was willing to go against her Queen. Ares comes over, sniffing and nudging my face. Maddox shifts underneath me, and Ezra pulls me into his lap. “I didn’t know, I didn’t realize,” I sob. And I really didn’t. Never would I have believed this if I hadn’t seen it for myself. All those times, I didn’t see this version of myself. Hadn’t seen what they dealt with, nor did I see I was the rift between us all. I knew it was bad; I knew that, but I didn’t think it was this bad. I didn’t think I am a danger to my kids. Or believe I am capable of hurting them. Guilt smashes me for what I have put my mates through, knowing they deal with it constantly and live with this fear, yet they do it because they love me. I thought everything wrong was because of them hiding things, but now I see it’s me. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re back now,” Ezra says, and Ares sniffs both of our faces. Ezra strokes his face and pulls his head close