CHAPTER 113. Tormented (3 Jan)

  ~ RIG ~

  “It’s between Natalie and me,” Mack muttered, picking up a little twig from the dirt and snapping the end of it off, over and over again, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed. “But just, take my word for it… I get it. That drive. That burn in your guts. I get it. And trust me, it’s not a fun war to fight. So if you need backup, just let me know.”

  It was humbling to hear him offer himself that way, especially after—

  “So, you did this alone. None of us knew—”

  “I think Charlie suspected a long time ago, but I dodged it when he talked around it, and he never asked me outright. Plus, you know what he’s like.”

  I nodded. Charlie wouldn’t share someone else’s secret unless they asked him to. The guy was a vault.

  But he hadn’t even told me. His Alpha.

  Neither of them had.

  “So, all these years while I was pissed off at her and—”