Temperance’s POV
“Are you working for Maverick Crahan?” A very angry Gideon just asked me. His black eyes were looking like nightmarish voids staring hard down at me.
My fear was bubbling over as I had flashes of the old Gideon who beat me and put me into multiple comas. My throat felt dry as I readied myself to answer. Subconsciously I was rubbing my hand over my belly, sensing my growing pup.
“Answer me!” He shouted at me, and I flinched.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared up at him. “N-no. I am not working for Maverick Crahan,” I nearly whispered out.
He suddenly grabbed the armrests and glared into my eyes. His alpha aura reeking out of him. I trembled more as he leaned into me. “You better not
