Ava’s POV
“Let go of me, Zach!” I screamed, thrashing as hard as I could.
His grip on my wrist tightened. “Stop fighting me, Ava. You’re my mate, and you belong to me.”
“No! I don’t belong to you!” I yelled, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge. His strength was overwhelming, and the fear in my chest tightened like a steel grip.
“Stop acting like this,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You already are!” I snapped, tears stinging my eyes as I tried to yank my wrist out of his grip again. “You tore my clothes, Zach! You’re hurting me right now!”
He paused, his eyes flickering as if my words hit him somewhere deep, but it only lasted for a second. His jaw clenched, and his face hardened again.
“You’re mine, Ava,” he said through gritted teeth.
