Maeve smiled in satisfaction as she watched the man before her crumble.
“Now you know what I went through every time you sank your c**k into that little w***e’s well-used hole. You weren’t her first... and you certainly won’t be her last.” She chuckled.
Maeve stared intently into his eyes and he shrank back as far as he could. Maeve was dangerous and he knew it.
“How was it? Did you enjoy a taste of your own medicine? The soul-shattering pain as your fated comes undone at the hands of another is excruciating isn’t it?”
Brad nodded weakly, his eyes filling with tears as he clenched his jaw painfully.
From what Maeve could make out, his wolf had turned his back on him and refused to share in his pain, and withheld the ability that would enable him to heal quickly. She smiled
