AUTHOR’S POV

Astride sauntered towards Penelope, boring an angry glare at her. It made her freeze on the spot.

Without warning, the back of his hand came into harsh impact with her cheek, and Penelope landed on the floor.

Did he...? Did her own mate just strike her?

"Get the fuck up, Penelope!" he yelled, his tone angry and his gaze fixed on her.

Penelope was shaking, tears pouring from her eyes. Even though she didn't respond, he fisted her hair and pulled her up. A cry of pain escaped her lips.

He looked her in the eyes as he seemed ready to strike her again, but something flashed in...