Jenny pov
One month later—
My leg was better, and I did what I wanted by teasing Lily and forcing Zachary to stay with me all the time in my room. I even asked him to cook for me several times, and he did it obeying and willingly.
But I didn't let him touch me at all. I can't deny that he tried especially that I didn't let him sleep with his luna, and he was like a f*****g horny dog who wanted to jump and dig his d**k inside me by way or another.
But not me, not again, the needy cat that I used to have died when I had jumped off that window a month ago.
If my father appeared to me and swore to god that there's something called a mating bond, I would never believe him.
It was love, and it was strong, but it faded. Pain and agonizing aches killed everything. Jealousy and uncaring about
