JESSICA'S POV
I paced up and down the magnificent room. I'd been alone for some time now and my only chance of getting out of the room— the maids assigned to me by Kane were bent on not letting me out.
The mark on my chest was itching greatly and was turning sour. Since I and Kane consummated the imprint on me, I'd been dead scared that he was going to hurt me but he didn't even mention anything about the scar.
Let's not even start with my wolf. She was fighting so hard to come to the surface. I was beginning to understand the changes going on in my body slightly. It was like my wolf didn't like being caged or something close to that.
Was it that he didn't care?
A knock sounded on the door jolting me out of my reverie. “Who's it?” I asked, but no response.
I moved closer to the do
