DARIAN POV
*Trigger Warnings: This chapter contains references to s****l assault, harassment, non-consensual touching, trauma, panic attacks, shame, and survivor guilt*
I knew she had something heavy in her chest. Something too big for words, too jagged for silence.
And I knew I had to keep my cool, keep my voice low and my hands steady, or I’d scare her off.
The most important person in my life—my mate, my angel—was sitting in front of me, trying to gather courage, and the last thing she needed was me exploding like the Gamma I was trained to be.
But f**k, it was hard.
Her hands were twisting in her lap, pale fingers wringing each other like dirty laundry, her knuckles white. Every time she looked at me, her eyes darted away, ashamed, afraid. And each stolen glance stabbed through m
