#Chapter58

JASON POV

I couldn't help but stand by and watch her. Watch how her hair rested wildly around her face and head. Watch how her chest rose and fell every time she inhaled and exhaled.

It was morning now and soon she would be up and probably in discomfort. Pain. I looked at her dainty hands that laid lifelessly above her head. The visibly red dashes on her hands caught my eyes and it pissed me off. I shouldn't have even given him the control.

I didn't hurt her. My wolf cut in.

Then what the fuck do you call the cuts all over her?

Loving-making pain?

YOU HURT...