~CELINE~
It was torture to be back in that room, but I was there. Clothes were torn off, my back bared for Kane.
In his hands was a silver blade, his favorite thing in the world—a weapon I was sure he loved more than he loved me.
A sick smile twisted his lips as he moved closer until my back could feel his warmth. Then he dove in, carving marks into my back with the one thing he knew a werewolf couldn't heal from.
That was why he never moved past my back; it would be a shame for the Alpha's wife to have visible marks when she was meant to be flawless yet also meant to take everything her husband did. Take responsibility, take the blame, take the scars, over and over again.
Until her death.
And that was my fate…and now?
I awoke with a start, jolting upward as immense confusion and te
