Last night, instead of bringing Addison back to the pack to be examined and see for themselves what was happening, he had given in to selfishness, using distraction and desire to keep her close, to make her forget the pain through intimacy.
He had reveled in her soft moans, feeling like he was walking on clouds… yet now, that very memory felt like a knife twisting in his heart.
Maybe if he hadn't let jealousy and possessiveness cloud his judgment, she wouldn't be suffering like this. Maybe she wouldn't be burning up in his arms. The only one to blame was himself.
"I…" His voice broke, trembling as the weight of his guilt crushed down on him. He wanted to cry, but he knew he had no right to. This was his doing.
But then, Zion tightened his hold on Addison. Wallowing in guilt and self-pity now would accomplish nothing. He had already made the wrong choice last night; continuing to dwell on it would be like falling into the same pit repeatedly without learning anything.
