Omar's POV
"Are you satisfied, Ryder?" I asked my wolf.
He said, "I swore I did this for you in case you regret killing her later."
I sneered, "I should thank you?"
Ryder gulped.
"Little Ry, I'm grateful for what you have done for me. I'll thank you with this potion, making you a dumb wolf from today."
"No! Please! There is one thing I didn't tell you! Stop!" Ryder shouted.
My hand holding the bottle stopped halfway.
Ryder confessed quickly, "the potion we drank to make our pain. It wasn't just for once. You will be tortured by the pain every day at random unless your mate already kissed you on that day..."
I squeezed the bottle to break it up with my bare hand, the sharp glasses digging into my flesh, dripping blood.
He said much faster, "only mate's kisses can ease us up...sinc
