JAYDEN
It’s been three days of having endured pains and tortures from Lincoln and his maniacs and having sent me signals with the marks he imprints on Damien’s body. My patience was really running out, which I couldn’t do anything about, and here I’m getting dressed for a stupid ceremony. I had made up my mind to run away from the ceremony when everyone was busy and go in search of my mate. I was fed up with being idle and doing nothing. I wanted to be useful and the only way to do that was to agree to my father’s plans and then leave when the time was right.
Everyone my dad had sent out all came back with no news, yet my mate was suffering and I, being connected with him, had to have a share of the pain. I knew the torture was directed at me, Lincoln wanted me to feel every bit of the p
