My Demon Mate

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

William’s POV

I watch through the Camera as Artemis is curled up on her side, reading yet another book. I wouldn’t be surprised if she finishes all of them before she gets out of the cell. She’s been reading three a day.

I know it’s cruel of me to leave her unfed, I can feel her discomfort. But I’m just so angry that my own mate doesn’t want to talk to me. Regardless, I’m a f*****g demon. I’m entitled to do whatever the f**k I want when I’m pissed.

And I’m not only a demon- I’m the demon prince. That’s the equivalent of being an Alpha amongst werewolves. I have my own demonic pack I rule, and everybody looks up to and listen to me. How dare this little Witch treat me like I’m not there?

And how in the hell has she been okay without food for sixteen days? Is she actually f*****g insane? The worrying thing, however, is that not eating is nothing compared to her nightmares. She has night terrors where she screams, talks about committing suicide so she can join her parents, and overall hallucinating while sleepwalking. It breaks my heart to watch.

I just want to go and hold her, but she wont even talk to me. I’m at a loss of what to do. I know I’m going to have to give her food soon, even if she doesn’t talk to me. If I don’t. she’ll die. And I love her far too much to let her pass away. I can’t live without her.

Despite how frustrating she is, she is also the most beautiful creature I have ever encountered. I just want to f**k her senseless, and never leave her side. It’s not only her beauty that’s captivating, it’s also her personality. She’s so beautifully broken, and I want nothing more than to fix her. If that means that I must re-break her and then re-build her, I’ll happily do so. And I’m starting to feel like that might be what I need to do.

I watch her stand up from the bed, presumably to drink some water, and struggle to not crumple. My heart aches terribly for her.

I need to go bring her food.