Lesley's POVHis wolf was in control...“I didn’t mean it like that,” I gasped, terrified that he might snap my neck. I knew that mates didn’t hurt each other, but--- I was not taking any chances! “I’m-I’m sorry!”A low rumbling growl had his chest vibrating, but eventually, he took a step back and let me go. I gasped for air, feeling the icy cold clutches of fear creeping up my spine. He was still dangerously close to shifting and honestly, all I wanted to do, was to go over and touch him. Calm him, reassure him that I was his! To hold, to care, to--- But I was too scared, knowing what he must already think of me...I wanted to cry.When my uncle had said that I was “his bitch”, he hadn’t been wrong. He owned me. Even now, he controlled my actions. Because of him, I couldn’t go anywhere near my mate. He made sure that my chance of a good life – of love! – would never come true.I took another deep breath.I will
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