Dominic's POV
The rage still burned through my veins like liquid fire as I slammed the door to Antalya's room, the sound echoing through the mansion's hallways. Her curses followed me, muffled but no less venomous through the thick wood. "I hate you, Dominic! You're a monster!" she screamed, and I could hear something crash against the door.
Let her rage, I thought, my lips curving into a dark smile. She can throw all the tantrums she wants. She's mine now, marked and claimed. There's no escaping what we are to each other.
I headed to my study, pouring myself a generous amount of whiskey. The amber liquid burned down my throat, but it did nothing to quench the obsession that consumed me. Every cell in my body called out for her, even as she despised me. The mate bond was both a blessing
