Niylah’s POV
I couldn't help but feel consumed by thoughts of Henry. The rejection still lingered, and it seemed like the bond between us was unbreakable. Maybe it was just overthinking, or perhaps it was because he was the one who took my virginity. Whatever it was, I knew deep down that it wasn't the mate bond.
I had promised myself that I would confront him tomorrow, and take legal action if necessary. And yet, here I was, standing in his house, maybe even inside his room. Who knows?
As soon as he closed the door, a surge of determination washed over me. I couldn't believe I was still wearing the gown that had been stained with blood. It was a constant reminder of the pain and vulnerability I had experienced, I quickly took off the cloth and tossed it on the floor.
Although it was
