Della’s POV
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat and took courage to look directly into Ralph’s eyes.
Unexpectedly, it’s not only pain which was visible in his eyes. Together was a glint of innocence and urgency to know everything.
Although he was only an omega, the lowest status bearer among all werewolves, it’s admirable how his eyes were full of wisdom. He could stare so deep that it almost seemed like he could see through people.
“Stand your ground! Don’t let it bother you! Trust me, he won’t know if you don’t admit anything.”
Trisha kept bombarding me nags, persuading me to lie on Ralph.
“If I lie… then what kind of a princess am I?” I asked back to Trisha.
Indeed, lying to him would be an easy escape. After all, there’s no proof about my intention. But the guilt would always keep eating me.
“But…”