Chapter 7

#Chapter 7 Renda

Matt's POV

She smelled so good. The joy I was feeling was just as I had been told as a child, breaking through years of coldness I had never imagined would go away. But, the joy was slipping through my fingers like sand. In its place, fury, like I had never known, began to boil in me.

What was she saying?

Did she say mistress?

How could my mate be my mistress? How could she not feel our connection and understand? What did she think of me? How could she think so little of me? We’ve only just met!

I stifled a growl. I had to calm down. I didn’t want to scare her or make her think I was angry with her.

It was their fault: Larry’s, whoever had touched her before me, and whoever was responsible for her every mark on her body and the timid fear she was showing me.

I would kill them all later. For now, I had to focus on her.

"... did you say mistress?" I asked her.

She frowned and her head bobbed as she looked down.