Tessa
“Let me go,” I snarl, my voice shaking now. “Let me go now, George. I’m warning you.”
His grip doesn’t loosen. Instead, he holds me tighter, pulling me closer, forcing me to feel his disgusting breath.
“You're my fated mate or have you forgotten?” he asks, leaning further. “You’re my fated mate.”
The keys fall off my hands as I drag back my face.
“You belong to me… Theresa Moonbane and you have to perform your moon duties to me.”
Rage explodes through me. I shove hard against his chest and he stumbles back a step.
“You’re delusional,” I spit. “Absolutely delusional if you think I will ever willingly lay with you.”
He scoffs, straightening. “Who cares about your willing participation?”
He begins to walk closer to me.
I retreat instinctively, dragging my feet backwards, lif
