The walls began to close in from around me as I began to hyperventilate, there was no way I could go back to that pack. I refused to suffer like I once had, even if Aziza were my mate now there was no guarantee that he could protect me from everything. Aziza was below Cyrus; he would have to do whatever Cyrus requested or risk being thrown out.
We’re f****d, I thought to myself as I attempted to push myself away from Aziza’s chest once again.
“Winter…” Aziza started disapprovingly.
It was clear that he didn’t want to let me go just then, he was experiencing new feelings that he couldn’t seem to control. He wanted me all to himself and to never let me go, I could only imagine the possessive thoughts that were coursing through his mind.
“Let me go,” I said half-heartedly.
“No,” Aziza
