'Hurts, doesn't it?' Ragnar sighed, stirring inside me as I quietly laid on my bed waiting for Williams to get the damn maid that had been assigned to me.

'Why wouldn't it hurt? I can't feel my face dammit' I growled angrily, countering his dumb question, he always had a way of riling me up no matter how crucial our predicament was.

I mean we had just lost our mate to a Lycan, and there was still no plausible explanation as to how she became a badass Lycan overnight and to make matters worse she looked a hundred percent identical to my chosen Luna.

Ragnar slowly stirred inside me as...