I nearly rip the door out of its frame as I open it with rage streaming through my veins.

The blood drips out of the wounds that the shards cut open on my arms as the glass shattered.

Taking a few steps, I only catch my breath as I hear the door close behind me.

I nearly suffocate at the sadness and pain wafting through me, and I figure that they must be Artemisia’s emotions.

Fucking mate bond.

I think about going to town and fuck another she-wolf just to make her suffer.

To have her go through the pain I felt in that prison cell and is now pumping...