Artemisia
“Is that why you said you didn’t want me as your mate?” My tears well up with tears as he nods.
“Is that why you treated me like I was dirt? To make me hate you? And so make me reject you?” I ask, desperation taking over.
“Yes,” he admits. “But it didn’t f*****g work. You couldn’t stay away from me as much as I couldn’t stay away from you, and we just kept fighting and provoking each other which made things even hotter! It was a disaster. Also, I thought I had reached my goal, and you were about to reject me, but I completely lost my f*****g mind. Goddess, I even hurt you.”
Breathing gets harder and harder as I feel like a tentacle wrapping around my throat to cut my air. “What’s about the she-wolf you wanted to be with?”
“Oh, princess,” he chuckles, the pet name pierci
