Roman's POV
The way she stood against the wall, bracing against what she thought was coming her way, I felt bad that she still didn't trust me—but she was not at fault after experiencing no mercy from men.
She must think everyone looked at her as nothing more than just a fucktool, and I had no will to prove her wrong.
Because, in the end, the five of us were going to do the same with her sooner or later to fulfill our revenge. So no need to raise her hopes into trusting me. It will only hurt her more.
If she thought all our kind only knew how to fuck women and want them for only one purpose, then she was not wrong either. We werewolves with an insatiable sex drive were just that. Unless the woman is our mate, she was nothing more than a fucktool. And if the woman is someone we like, then we wouldn't wait to get between her legs.
Eira was just that—not my mate, but still the woman I once liked. The one who stirred every dark and sinful urge inside me.
