CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

RUTH’s POV

I opened my eyes and I feel his breathe on me, his grip on me is tight. I get out of it gently and go to take a shower. I look into the mirror and gasp when I see bruises on my skin and many hickeys on my neck. I sigh and get into the shower; the hot water feels good on my body. After I’m done, I wear my pants and crop top, I put a hoodie over my outfit because its cold and go outside. Id love to be in bed with my mate but I must make breakfast for the pack.

I quickly run downstairs to the kitchen to get started but I’m surprised to find Vincent there. He looks to be in deep thought, in his hand is something that smells like a strong coffee, I slowly back away, not wanting any trouble but he speaks.

“Stay… please,” his voice is strained. I look around and get to the other side of the counter.

“Are you alright?” I ask with difficulty, but he doesn’t answer so I go to the walk – in fridge, taking out some things I need for breakfast. I take out some sausages, cheese, eggs, an