Zane;
"He wasn't supposed to be alone."
It may seem like just words, but that's not why I see. What I see is the first crack.
Not in his composure but in his control over the situation.
"You were tricked," I say, and he looks up at me.
"I was careless." He retorts, and the guilt in those words slams into me.
"You had to," I point out, and he scoffs.
"And he paid for it."
Silence follows, as I don't quite know what to say.
I step closer, trying to respond to this whole mess properly.
Alpha Aurelain and I aren't friends. Over the years I have never allowed myself to step out of line by believing that.
I am his worker—someone he saved.
Years ago, he stood up to the organisation. He stood up against them and insisted on taking me.
Saving me. And to this day… I'm grateful.
He's tried his best to make me comfortable around him, but relationships are not something I'm used to having.
