Adea
When he opened his eyes again, they were still angry but cold and distant. Something in my gut twisted uncomfortably. Ignoring it, I focused on the danger here. I needed him to want me. I needed him to stop talking about wanting me in the past tense. His need for me was the only thing that would ensure my safety.
“I was naive to think you would reject him, Ady but it didn’t stop me from wanting it,” Shane said, his voice low. “Goddess, I wanted it.”
“Rejecting him wasn’t even on my mind,” I whispered. “What about everything you’d done to me, Shane?! What about all of those times you touched me or forced me to do something? Do you know how degrading it was to have alpha power used on you? Did my feelings not matter?!”
