Book 11: Cursed and Scarred

Misty

Cole rises, turns his chair to face the bed, and sits, his eyes holding mine. “I am still the king. The rest is out of my control.”

“Including using me as a breeder? It wasn't your decision, was it? You were being forced–”

“I’m doing what's necessary.” He has no plans to elaborate based on the look on his face.

“You hated it, though. You looked… disgusted by me.”

His steely, carefully crafted expression of neutrality cracks. “No–”

“But you were.”

“Misty, I wasn’t disgusted by you at all. The opposite.” His eyes glow with emotion. I’m sure if I knew him better, I’d be able to see the pain there, the regret. “I didn’t know you were a virgin and I was rough.”

“You coulda been rougher.” I arch a brow, and to my relief, the corner of his mouth ticks into a smile before it fades away again. He probably has a beautiful smile. He’s probably one of those guys whose laugh lights up a room. I wonder how long it’s been since