Chapter 322. No. Help me, Please

Apphia’s POV

“I know you are still here,” He must have stayed when the others left, “I know your mate rejected you tonight. It must suck to be you. No one to love you; let me help you,” I clutch my lips with my hand, trying to stabilize my heartbeat, but I’m failing.

“Your brother and father abhor you; your mate thinks you are an ugly skank. He is embarrassed by you, his words, not mine.” he sings. He is enjoying the hunting game while I’m shaking with fear.

“Gotcha!” he wraps his arms around me from behind and says in my ear, “Your breathing is so loud,”

I try to elbow him, but Rory doesn’t bulge. He untangles his arms around me and faces me. He gazes at me with a victorious smile.

“I like hunting. I like it when you are the prey,” Rory smirks. However, a scowl plasters his face when he notices blood from my wrist, and then an ear-splitting smile spreads across his face.

“You tried to kill yourself but backed out such a chicken,” he laughs