Guilt rushed through my system the moment I settled in the car. The words I told Ambrose replayed in my head and for some reason, I was bothered by my conscience. Was I too harsh?
Well, I needed to be harsh. I needed to make sure that he runs away from me because he won’t get anything good from me. I am not someone who would have any positive impact in his life or in his pack. I would only put them in danger.
So I have to push him away. Even if it would hurt him. Even if it would hurt me.
I sighed and looked out the window while we drove to my unit. I probably would be drowning myself in wine tonight because I won’t be able to sleep. My mind is definitely not going to give me some peace tonight. Not after what Ambrose did.
I shut my eyes and leaned on the headrest. What the f*cking
