“Astrid….Astrid, Astrid!” Belle taps frantically on Astrid.
Astrid opens her eyes and winces from the crippling pain that racks her head, travelling down her body, one muscle at a time.
“Am I dead?” She voices in a whisper, too weak to be any more vocal.
“Not yet my child but if you don’t leave any moment now, you will be,” Belle replies, placing a backpack on the bed Astrid is lying on.
Astrid slowly sits up, powering through the ache she feels all over, memories of her rejection from earlier barraging her mind and her heart thuds with pain as tears coat her eyes once more.
She thought she would die when Zane rejected her.
For three years she prayed that one day the mate bond would mean something to him, that he would not just see her as a s*x object where he comes to offload his
