Tristan's POV. Maybe I was as twisted as my brother, because for a moment in the hallway I'd enjoyed the smell of her fear, I'd enjoyed the way she'd cowered away from me, I'd enjoyed everything about being my own mate's worst nightmare. To Be honest, I hadn't gone looking for her, I just needed to slip out of my room for a minute and then I'd scented her coming towards me. Flowery and soft, my wolf couldn't resist her scent and a part of me had hated to find out that I couldn't either. Even though I found her face absolutely repugnant, I still wanted to see her. The mate bond in me was screaming at me to mate with her, begging me to grab her that moment and fuck her brains out, make her mine. But I couldn and I wouldn't. She'd rejected me, she'd disgraced me, only a fool would go back to their object of disgrace. So I'd decided to mess with her a little bit, remind her that I was someone to fear, even though deep down I had no intention of hurting her, hell I still don't remember
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