#Chapter 86 What’s a King to a God?

Elroy’s POV The effect of those words was immediate and indescribable. More than guilt, or shame, or horror—it was something that howled through me like a hurricane, ripping me apart and leaving ragged, bloody holes. My body could feel it, and it was as real as any cracking bone. My ears rang. My vision swam. I stepped back from the door on feet I couldn’t feel. I couldn’t let Olivia see me like this. That woman, my incredible Mate, was taking much-needed time for herself. She needed this night, and my reaction would only take it from her. There was a part of me, more poisonous even than my wolf’s fury, that whispered I didn’t deserve the comfort she would offer. With a shuddering breath, I forced my feet away from the door. I remembered the food when the shopping bag with the ice cream hit against my hip and froze, because this was the one thing Olivia had asked of me and I couldn’t disappoint her again. Without thinking I placed the boxes and bag on the hallway floor,