In most people's stories I am the villain, the bad apple.
The guy who, despite knowing that she is a virgin, still pushes her to the brim, but I am not.
Far from it, I am the good guy here. She wouldn't want her first time to be with Alpha Corvin.
My dad didn't care about her.
Not that I do, but at least I wasn't as soulless and heartless as him to drag her in and watch her burn.
"What makes you any different," Nia whispered, almost like she was listening to my thoughts.
Maybe she was. This was Nia. I wouldn't put it past her.
"What?" I scowled as she pressed the bag of ice against my lips and forehead mercilessly, and I bit my already bruised lip to suppress the pain.
"You are angry that your father punished her, but it's not like you are nice to her either." She carefully placed a bandage on the cut and stepped back to visually admire her creation.
"I am not treating her badly," I muttered. If only she knew I was also trying to make her a bad girl.
