Seven times! That asshole, supposed mate, ex-best friend of mine, committed seven different s****l acts last night. I’m sure his d**k should have fallen off at some point, or at least I hope it did. I don’t know if I can handle another day like yesterday. The pain became more excruciating with each subsequent act. I vaguely remember begging Ezra to be the mortal enemy he should be and just kill me. Not exactly one of my finest moments.
One of the men, whom he calls his brother, Mateo, came in and spoke with me, too. What I don’t understand is why both of them say that getting revenge on Tyler is my best course of action. Ezra even offered to help me get that revenge. I can’t, though. I have been taught, since I was old enough to understand, that the mate bond is sacred. Something to be c
