Weird Words!
Sarah's POV.
The way his behaviour shifted after last night left me deeply concerned. Our intense s*x had been more than physical; it was filled with tenderness and romance.
Foolishly, I had assumed it was an expression of his love, only to discover that he had been drunk for a few hours. It shattered my belief that he cared for me; he had used me callously.
I lay in my room, sprawled across my bed, ruminating over our encounter. The passionate intensity between us had been undeniable, but it seemed he had conveniently forgotten it.
He no longer cared about the way he had passionately responded to me. The weight of feeling so utterly insignificant was unbearable.
I couldn't understand how he had compelled me to accept him so willingly.
After all, he was my mate. How
