Chapter 7

Despite her pleads, none of them looked at her, and somehow that fact made the pain increase, until she crumbled to her knees. He shouldn’t be kissing Celia, he should be kissing her, touching her, holding her.

He was her mate, hers!

But how pitiful, her mate was being taken away from her and she couldn’t do a thing about it. Turning away from them, she tried to get up, not stopping until she stood on her feet.

Despite the blazing heat, despite the pain in her chest, she took a shaky step forward, almost falling to her knees again. She hated her sister, and she hated her mate as well.

More tears left her eyes as she walked, and as the heat rose with every retreating step she took, she grunted and whimpered and cried.

In no time, she made it back to her room, her heart heavy as she laid down against the bed. The sheets rubbed against her, almost scorching her skin and the desperation between her thighs rose to an even higher height.

Taking off the