(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)
“W-What I mean is that I really love the beach,” I explained quickly, my eyes wide. “You know how the beach is so open and so free.”
Levi sighed. “Hazel, you don’t have to beat around the bush. I am actually interested in what you have to say. Speak your truth.”
I sighed. “I know it’s not like that for you. The packhouse is your childhood home and your kingdom as an alpha. But for me, it’s not like that. The packhouse has so many bad memories for me.”
I paused to gauge his reaction to my words so far. If he didn’t seem happy with it, I’d just stop talking. But he just nodded, indicating for me to continue.
“Unlike back home, I feel so free here on the beach. I can do whatever I want. Be whoever I want. I don’t have to worry about waking up at 5 am to start preparing things. I don’t have to spend hours on my knees cleaning.
He winced, probably picturing that.
