Chapter 13 Hate And Desire

Saint's pov
I sat in a chair in Braelyn's room, waiting for her to leave the shower. Memories of our time together played through my mind, craving to go back to those moments. The problem was, we couldn't ever go back to how it was prior to my being banished. I wasn't the same person I'd been when she'd thrown me to the pack. She hadn't given me mercy, and I couldn't offer her any now, even if I wanted to.
Braelyn had rejected me in the worst possible way a mate could. I'd bared my soul to her, showing her everything I was, promising her the world. It hadn't been enough for the pampered little bitch. Yet, I still craved her. I wanted to believe that she hadn't been a part of what I'd endured, that she didn't know about the evil her father had planned for me, but there were hints that made me believe Braelyn had known, and she had still banished me.