Kai's POV
She's my mate. f**k! The reality of it hits me over and over again like waves crashing against rocks, each one more devastating than the last.
I hate it and love it so much at the same time that my whole body shakes with the conflicting emotions.
Part of me wants to claim her right now, wants to mark her and make her mine in every way possible. But then I remember the image of her on my father's lap at that bar, remember seeing her being sold to him again at the brothel, and nothing on earth can make me fully accept her.
Nothing except the fact that she's weak and helpless right now, so touchy and needy that I can't help but want to protect her. When I carried her from the car, when I let her cling to me and do as she liked, something inside me softened despite my anger. But
