Omar's POV
"Please, please...please work." Ryder was bubbling nonsense when I stretched out to choke her neck.
Lacking air, she was struggling to kick the iron bar to get out of my grip. I didn't let her as my grip became tighter and tighter.
Her face turned red, her body slowly going limp like a doll without her soul.
Ryder cried in my head, "let her go! Let her go! You are an asshole! You bastard! You let my mate go! She didn't mean to kill you when threatening you! She's different from those badasses who abused you before! They really wanted your death, but she's not. She was struggling to save herself like you, as that little Omar! Please, Omar, I'm begging you!"
The mate bond kept working on my hand's skin, where we got touched, igniting my body and mind. Hearing Ryder's words ma
