Chapter 8 - A broken table.

Pierce POV

“What do you mean she is safe?” I can feel my face screwing up as I ask my own question. My own mind at a loss of what he means.

“Exactly that, that she is safe.”

This is beggar’s belief.

“How long….for how long have you known this?”

“For 6 months.”

For 6 months…for 6 months he has known she is safe yet he has let me think the worse.

Every time I have been here I have opened up to Evely, told her how I have been struggling…no wonder he was so quiet, the prick was holding back from me.

I could feel my body trembling, my beastly wolf wanting out…to punish this so called Alpha King for letting me think my own mate was possibly dead. My beast becoming ferociously dangerous in this lovely high-end designed kitchen of theirs.

The only way to prevent a shift is to attack in my

human form.

The only warning I give him is the snarl that leaves my mouth.

I lunge at him, it doesn’t matter there is a dinning table in my way. I knock him to the ground, our bodies rolling around