BROKEN MIRRORS » LEAH CLEARWATER
"I hate that I don't have control around you," I hiss, my head buried in my hands. "I hate that there's always a chance I can hurt you, I mean I don't want to do the same thing to you that Sam did to Emily,"
"Noah," She whispers placing her arms around my shoulders hugging me to her chest. "You would never do that. You would never be able to hurt me,"
"How do you know that?"
"Because I love you. That's how I know you won't hurt me,"
in which love comes to an alpha in the most unexpected place.