LILA

Mom sat facing us, I could tell from her expression that she was going to break down any time soon.

His eyes are on me, cold, icy and devilish. He bent much to my level, his gaze never leaving mine. His looks are like a warning, like they were informing me of what was going to happen soon.

His hands touched my face, tilting my chin up with one finger, and I looked at him, like I was what? A fucking slave. A pet. A sex toy. This is what Alpha Rafael had reduced my worth to, nothing but a darn slave.

"I hate you," I couldn't tell where...