Elroy’s POV
The effect of those words was immediate and indescribable. More than guilt, or shame, or horror—it was something that howled through me like a hurricane, ripping me apart and leaving ragged, bloody holes. My body could feel it, and it was as real as any cracking bone.
My ears rang. My vision swam. I stepped back from the door on feet I couldn’t feel.
I couldn’t let Olivia see me like this. That woman, my incredible Mate, was taking much-needed time for herself. She needed this night, and my reaction would only take it from her.
There was a part of me, more poisonous even than my wolf’s fury, that whispered I didn’t deserve the comfort she would offer.
With a shuddering breath, I forced my feet away from the door. I remembered the food when the shopping bag with the ice c
