Chapter Nineteen
*Mila*
*Triggering content*
After the titillating dinner comes to an end I edge my way towards the stairs as everyone stands around talking. Maybe if I stay quiet, no one will notice me dart up the stairs and escape to my room. I need to come up with a plan. Clarice may want to keep me safe because deep down somewhere she wants to be a good mother, but I don’t think she’ll just let me kill her mate, even if he is a soulless piece of s**t.
I make my way up three steps before I’m caught.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Elijah slurs. He had five too many whiskey neats with dinner, which is an impressive feat for a werewolf, but I get the sense that this won’t bode well for me. “You’re coming to my room tonight,” he tells me, coming up behind me and taking me by my e
