Gideon’s POV
I watched them from a distance how they were talking with each other so lovingly and clenched my fists.
The air in the room was tense as everyone in the pack house watched them quietly not knowing what to make of this situation. Daphne stood before him in her tattered dress, her hair a disheveled mess that somehow still managed to look artfully pitiful. The bruises — faint reminders of her time in the dungeon — painted her pale skin like tragic ornaments.
Those who didn't know Daphne properly would definitely fall for her so-called weak and fragile persona.
But I knew better than to trust her lies. She was performing.
Justin’s eyes darkened as he took in her condition. He was a good, strong Alpha, the kind who will take care of his mate no matter what and who believed in
