After ravaging Ramla's body to his heart’s content, Julian pulled out of her abruptly and kicked her from his bed.

“I am not interested in your trickery, witch. Get out of my house. I don’t have any connection with you.”

He collected the pieces of her night gown and stuffed her mouth with them.

“Don’t you dare say this hideous mate-bond thing to anyone. Otherwise, you will not see the next sunrise in one piece.”

Ramla yelped in pain, as he pulled her hair, uprooting them from her scalp and dragged her out, closing the door on her face.

“What’s my fault?”

Looking at the morning sun with blurry eyes,...