Chapter 103.

Darian’s touch was gentle and soft but when I watched him I saw the man that chained me to the bed, the one that fucked his Bells like that’s all they were good for and then pushed me around like a dog on a leash- pulling me in when he felt like it. “Please stop,” I grabbed his hands and lowered them. My skin got cold from losing his touch, it was like I was at war with myself, wanting him to touch him while also preferring him at a distance. It wasn't logical, it was stupid and wrong but there was something in his eyes when he looked at me that warmed my soul and not just my body. He took a step back and dropped his head. I'd forgotten how big he was, broad shoulders that never hung and a head truly fit for a crown. Darian walked around the room, he took slow steps and looked at the empty walls and the little desk in the corner. He drew a breath and became bigger, broader, and looked even stronger. “Just over a year ago my driver crossed the border to the Silver Moon Pack,” That’s my