I was running my hands over his arms, trying to soothe him and find a way to calm him down. "How the f*ck can they do that to somebody?
A fixed marriage between Wolves shouldn't exist. We all have our mates!" Dylan kept saying.
"I know," I lamely said, not knowing what would make him feel better.
"Did he ever hurt you?" Dylan asked; his intense stare was concentrated on my eyes.
I felt like looking down and bowing to him.
But I knew his intention wasn't to order me around. He wanted me to tell him the truth.
I shook my head, not being able to answer with words.
"Did he—did he ever touch you?" Dylan asked, pausing in his sentence and looking down.
"He didn't, I replied, my voice sounding completely weak.
"He wants you. Nicolas has made it clear that he wants you back," Dyl
