Mia.
“Mia! Mia! Mia!” Richard called after me, but I ignored his every call as I headed back to the pack house intending to pack my things and leave his pack and life for good.
“Mia” he called out again, this time, he was very close, and before I could know what next, he pulled me to himself, and I struggled to pull his hands off me.
“Let go of me,” I yelled at him, forcefully trying to rip his hands off me.
“No Mia, we belong together,” he insisted.
“I don't belong to you, you are engaged! you have no right over me, even a little bit. I wasn’t the one who kissed you on that stage and I a not the one getting married to you!” I shouted and I could tell that people were looking at us but what did I care?
“I can explain, please just calm Mia, please,” he started to say and instead I pl
