AMARA'S POV
“Are you serious!” Shirley exclaimed, her dowy eyes, bulging out in sheer disbelief. She rested her hands against her hips. “Rylan did all that?”
I rolled my eyes, in plain disgust wiping the massive kitchen counter that snaked half of the lavish kitchen. “I'm not surprised.”
She pointed at herself. “Well, I am. Especially because I've never seen him so worked up about a situation before.”
Another grunt escaped my lips, before I could hold it back. But, I didn't say a single word. “Amy, leave that for the kitchen staff, they'll take care of it.”
I shook my head. Afterall, Rylan was right. I was at his mercy. Bounded by the string of mate bonds. I couldn't escape from him even if I wanted to.
“I'm an enemy of the pack…” the tone of my voice was shaky as it trailed of
