Chapter 11

Winter’s POV

It was the fifth day of suffering, and they took me to the same place again. Even this time, Lordan was nowhere to be seen. His absence, to me, felt even more. How could he be so indifferent towards me, his supposed mate?

The hatred I felt for him was unexplainable, and it moved deep in my veins.

I wished I could spit in his face, tell him how I loathed him, and reject his wolf’s claim over me. My heart ached with resentment, and the desire to reject him to his face burned like a fire in my chest.

I was still slung over the guard’s shoulder, as usual, when I noticed a dagger at his waist. It felt like I had just been awarded a golden opportunity. He first thought that came to my mind instantly was to make a daring choice to seize the dagger.

A plan started to take shape in my mind. If I were to take the dagger while we were on the move, he might not even notice. My heart pounded as I feigned struggle under his grip. And while the cha