Third-person narrative.
Back at the palace dungeon, Samuel's heart was beyond broken. He could hardly believe how someone who was meant to be his soulmate could cause him so much pain and agony.
He knew she was capable of many things, but it never occurred to him that she would wish him dead, even after knowing that he was her mate.
The more Samuel thought of it, the more he was mad at himself for allowing Gwen to use him like he was some piece of trash.
He was so furious at himself, and slowly the anger he had towards Gwen started burning into a deep-rooted hatred.
He found himself hating her so much that he silently wished that a day would come when he would give her a taste of her medicine.
Even if he knew that his wish would never be answered, he could already picture himself pun
