#Chapter 115: A Split-Second Mistake

Ollie’s POV I shove Wes as hard as I can. He stumbles backwards, pushing up and off of me. There’s pain in his eyes, but I know I’m not strong enough to have physically hurt him. As soon as I have an opening, I roll out from under him. Falling down onto the ground, I scurry to my feet and back up, putting as much space between us as possible. As I roll down my shirt, he steps away from the couch, toward me. I keep backing up until my butt bumps into one of the nearby tables. He stops when I do, his hands outstretched as if trying to calm a frightened animal. Maybe that’s exactly what I am. I don’t know. It’s difficult to think about anything right now, I’m still so confused at having woken up to this. “You don’t have to be afraid, Ollie,” Wes says. “Not of us. I promise, we won’t hurt you. We will be the perfect mates for you.” I shake my head, not willing to believe that. “With how you’ve treated me in the past, how can you even say that? You made me feel lower than dirt, a