ALIONA'S POV
The sound of moans, and strained groans seeped through the tiny crevices of the thick oak door, that led to Zane's private study.
Mystic writhed with distress. She was at the brink of losing her sanity. No matter how strong she tried to be, she still felt the tough pangs of pains, her mates flung at her face. It was too glaring, too obvious they were doing this on purpose.
She reared her head, grinding her teeth. ‘Let me show them a little bit of what I'm made of,’ Mystic whizzed, her voice urgent and laced with tension.
I stamped my hands against the brown fur rug that ran the length of the study. ‘There’s absolutely no need for that, maybe if we finish this up in time, we wouldn't need to put up with this tomorrow,’
My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, as the mu
