Jean Luc
“Iris, I didn’t want to. I would never do such a thing to another woman, I know how vile it is. However, I didn’t have a choice,” Gwendolyn told my mate, her wrinkled eyes shining with unshed tears.
“You didn’t have a choice? How come, Gwendolyn?” Raphael chimed in, staring at the witch.
He was a very loyal, protective friend and Beta, although overbearing at times. The door opened again and a distressed-looking Laurel came closer to her mother and helped her to take a seat.
“He blackmailed me,” she murmured, casting her eyes down in shame.
“That’s not enough, Gwendolyn, not after what you did. How did he blackmail you? Tell us everything!” I ordered.
“He knew my secret… he knew something about me.” Her voice came out in a quiver as she looked between Laurel and me.
