Freya
"Leave us," Matteo told Camila as soon as he entered our bedroom. The omega nodded her head and left. I don't know why, but I was a little worried. He looked serious and might have heard about the commotion on the first floor with the bitch and that old man. I understand now why he had to tell me about Matteo's mate from 9 years ago.
He stared at me so I waited for him to tell me whatever he wanted to say. Is he not happy that I defended myself against those two? Is he expecting me to just listen to whatever that bitch tells me? "What is it?" I asked,
"What happened?" he asked too,
"What?"
"You know what I mean."
"I don't know what you mean," I replied, and he sighed. It was as though he was trying to control his anger.
"Why did you have to fight with Eunice?" there he goes. So it was a big deal for me to fight back.
"I didn't fight with her."
"And what the hell did you call for what you did? Even Ronaldo, why did you yell at him?"