Casey was so excited, she strutted into her room, needing to get ready for dinner. Her nerves were on edge, she wanted everything to go perfectly. She needed everything to go perfectly. Casey hadn’t told her family that Damien was… well Damien. She had purposefully neglected to tell them how he’d hit her, or that he’d chained her in silver, or, most grueling of all, that he’d marked her without consent. She hadn’t really talked about her mate; she knew all hell would break loose if they ever found out, and she was afraid for her family. She knew they loved her, and they would be mindlessly furious with her mate at the knowledge. They wouldn’t think and they would confront him. Casey was afraid of how her mate would react. Time had proven that he didn’t take well to being challenged. She wa
