MAREN’S POV
I returned to my room with my chest burning with rage. Who the hell does Thorne think he is?
I had spent an entire week trying to seduce him, exposing my vulnerability as if I were worth nothing, and he treated me like trash, ignoring the bond screaming in our faces. But the second another male showed interest in me, he decided to play the possessive mate?
I went into the bathroom to take off that silly dress and my gaze landed on the mirror. I could still faintly see the mark his huge, strong hands had left on my neck.
He told me he had no right, that he didn’t want me, but his eyes had devoured me during the entire dinner. How could he lie to my face?
I tried to shake off the bad mood and focus on my studies. Back at school for the new week, I completely forgot about my
