IVAN'S POV
Maeve's poisoned words left a bitter taste in my mouth—and worse than my mouth, they did something to my chest.
Something that constricted my lungs and made it almost impossible to breathe. It felt like I was bleeding, yet there were no physical wounds.
Her words were cutting—possibly the kind no father wanted to hear. But it wasn't so much the things she had said; it was the way she had said them.
She actually seemed to believe her convictions about me.
To be fair, she had every reason to perceive me in an unforgivable light. I had been pretty shitty to her.
Regardless of my reasons, and how justified I'd felt at the time, it didn't change the fact that I had been horrible.
I had treated my destined mate like scum and might as well have kicked her out the door myself.
But I was willing to make up for it now. It was what I had been trying to tell her all along. The stubborn wolf, however, was firm and dead set in her ways.
