IYANA
He walked over to us and grabbed my wrist angrily.
“Why did you slap my guest?” He growled.
Ezrel was glaring into my eyes.
“He- He was forcing…”
“You need to control your mate!” Ezrel interrupted, cutting my sentence in the middle.
“You're right!” Damian gritted his teeth.
Leaving behind everyone, he dragged me back to our bedroom.
“What was that?” His eyes flashed rage.
“He was forcing himself upon me.” My lips told the truth courageously.
In the blink of an eye, he pinned me against the glass table.
“My relationship with the enemy pack is very important. He was only being nice to you. Perhaps you're too judgmental.”
Those words shattered my heart into pieces.
“W-What?” My breath stumbled.
“You don't care if he touches me?” My voice asked, trembling to the core.
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