Jasmine's POV
"You're weak, if you can't find a man to f**k you, then you remain useless forever.'' My father spat, his voice full of venom. I was croutched at the corner of the room, shhivering from my wet clothes sticking to my body. The rain pounded heavy at the roof.
"Dad, I'd like to wait to find my mate..'' His hand came heavy at my face, hitting my so hard i stumbled back into the mud. Crying.
"All I know, your mate might have died years ago. Make yourself useful girl. Your step sister has rich boyfriends who help this family. All you are is a burden and a scum.''
I jolted awake in a thick sweat. Shaking, shivering, crying. The nightmare had haunted me since that day. Some years ago, I had almost believed my father. That I didn't have a mate, and was unworthy of finding one.
