Chapitre 24: The Victim of Love (1)

[Margaret's POV]

The way Armstrong was staring at me made me feel a little uncomfortable.

I looked away, pretending to be interested in the potted plants on his desk.

"I miss you, Margaret." I heard Armstrong sigh softly. "A lot has happened in the tribe. I'm the Alpha, but I feel powerless. Elizabeth, she's not as good as you used to be."

Armstrong's words pierced me.

Many times back then, I thought about what Armstrong would say to me. He would tell me that he thought I was better. That I was the best one. That he needed me and missed me.

Even if it was just one sentence!

It would have made me feel less miserable and pulled me out of my endless self-doubt and struggle.

But he had to say it to me now. After Donald and I became partners, I was as needy as I was back then. Some people, some things, some words—I had to let them go. I couldn't start over.