Avery’s POV
Dierdra stomped across the room towards us as Gideon stepped back from me guiltily. I could see her eyes measuring the distance between us, my state of undress, Gideon’s body language. She was doing the math.
“What are you doing?” she sneered at me, “Gideon has a pack to run, he doesn’t have time to be your nursemaid.”
Nursemaid. As though I had done anything to encourage Gideon mothering me.
I raised my head, glaring at Gideon. If he wouldn’t take responsibility for what happened between us, then I felt no obligation to shield him from Dierdra’s wrath. He was the one who was shying away from giving me a straight answer.
He couldn’t play both sides. He couldn’t be the wolf who kept me in my place, and also came to my bed. He couldn’t be both false mate and my true husba
