NOAH POV
I’ve been here all night holding her hand.
Thinking.
I let them do this to her. I watched the Alpha’s son drag her from the car. It took both Mark and Clarkson dragging me for me to acknowledge what they were doing to her.
Guilt consumed me.
Remus wanted my blood more than he wanted theirs.
Amelia, my tiny mate has been through enough.
Those scars are brutal.
I’m still holding her hand, praying that if I hold it long enough, I will build up the courage to accept my tiny mate slave or not.
I just don’t know if I’m willing to stick around to find out if my father will or won't accept her. I’ll get a second chance, mate? Right?
Remus?
He growled at me. Ok! We are on two very different sides to this decision.
Guilt knotted my stomach again. I’d been to consumed
