Nina.

Rage boiled through my veins at his statement. I was his? Like hell! My emotions took control, and before I could think, I lunged forward and slammed my fist into his face. He staggered backward, shock flashing across his features. I stood frozen, heart thundering in my chest, each breath coming in short gasps as heat crept up my neck and burned across my cheeks.

“How could you, bastard? I am your mate!” I yelled.

“My mate?” The word dripped with contempt as he rubbed his reddening cheek. “Do I look like someone desperate enough to claim you?”

Something shattered inside my chest like splintering glass. The pain ripped...