I CAN TELL YOU WHY YOU SMELL THIS WAY
Derek's heart beat faster in fear, as he watched Emma stare up at him with eyes opened so wide.
Had she connected the dots already?
He swore that he will hunt down the witch and kill her if his little witch ran away from him, because of her loud mouth.
Earlier, when the witch girl had made that statement that had implicated his identity, he had run stiff, his beta and his gamma too.
His beta had told him to slap the witch girl shut.
But he couldn't have done that, it would have attracted more attention to them.
But seeing the much-shocked face of his mate now, he wished he had.
At least, she would have counted it as him defending his pride against a girl that had called him a wolf.
He should have. He thought, beating himself up.
His inability to had done so, had only served to solidify the girl's claim, and then he had been in a hurry to see her out, forgetting that his mate was intuitive just like his mother.