Chapter 188

(Nathaniel POV)

As I left the packhouse, I found myself once again wishing that I did not know what I now knew. As crazy as it sounds, a part of me longed for my old life back. You know, the fake life. The life in which Gwendolyn was a dead saint; my mate loved me, told me everything, and did not keep secrets from me; and my mother was a good, honest, and respectable beta female.

Not knowing