Ella's POV.

“One last chance, Rhaella.” Jason's voice was almost gentle. “I want you to be my mistress. My wolf still wants you around, and that makes you useful to me.”

“Excuse me?”

I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the pain in my throat.

How could he even suggest something so vile and degrading to me… his fated mate?

My wolf howled in agony. She couldn’t understand how our mate could ask such a thing of us. She was devastated, and I hated that she was put in this position.

Jason didn't look away.

“In return, I’ll generously tell the public you weren't having an affair. I'll also wipe...