Julian’s POV
In the confines of my room, I wrestled with a profound sense of injustice and misfortune. The weight of my revelations had left me with a bitter taste of resentment, not towards the moon goddess, but towards the cruel twist of fate that had bound me to someone as loathsome as Angelica.
In the werewolf world, discovering your mate was supposed to be a momentous, life-altering event, filled with love and connection. Yet, my mate was a person who hardly deserved that title. Angelica was a figure I had come to despise, and her presence in my life had soured the notion of a loving bond that was supposed to be sacred.
My restless thoughts continually circled back to the undeniable fact that she was my mate. It was a reality I couldn't escape, no matter how much I wished otherwise
