"He's not worth it," Damien said quietly, his deep voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.
Jacqueline blinked up at him, her large brown eyes shimmering with a pain so raw it felt like a blade twisting through his chest.
"I… I… I want to kill him…" she stuttered, her voice trembling with desperation, almost pleading.
Damien slowly shook his head.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed to hold himself together. His wolf was raging beneath the surface, clawing violently to be released, growling for blood demanding the chance to tear that bastard apart with his own teeth.
But at the same time, another part of him ached deeply for the broken girl standing in front of him.
"I know," he murmured softly.
His voice dropped lower as he lifted his hand and gently wiped the tears sliding down her cheeks.
"You're too precious… too pure," he continued calmly. "I won't let you stain your hands with this bastard's blood."
Her brows knitted together in confusion.
