Selena’s POV
“Selena Throme!”
My head snapped in the direction of the messenger that seemed to have spawned out of thin air.
I’d been lost in my own thoughts, letting the realization sink in that I was just Rain’s trophy breeder – a vessel to carry his pups – and nothing more. That every time I’d given myself to him, I’d just been playing into his sick little game. That every word he spoke was just meant to manipulate me, to trap me in his snare.
In the past, I would think about his hands on my body and shiver in delight. Remembering how much pleasure those hands could give me and how happy I felt. Hell, even the guilt of letting him do these things to my body – that I wasn’t saving myself for my mate – eased, the more time I spent with him.
All of that now felt shattered…
I hated my
