Chapter 73

Hazel’s POV

He seemed to be a little calmer after marking me but the turmoil was still there. I gulped with terror as he eyed me one more time and stood up. The lack of his warmth had me realize that I was naked on the bed. My wrists were tied and my muscles were tensed. Ezra’s breathing evened out, as he licked his lips, his intense gaze assessing my body, bare from head to toe. His gaze had me close my legs tightly as uncomfortableness spread across my core.

He took steps backward, not leaving my gaze and when he reached Theo, he tilted his head and grabbed him by the collar and slammed his bloodied lips against his.

“You’re mine,” Ezra whispered huskily against his lips, the temperature of room decreasing and I felt a chill running down my spine. My wrists strained against the belt and I let out a silent groan at the discomfort.

Ezra.

Please, don’t do this.

Him hurting me was nothing new, but I rarely see him doing