Amanda’s POV
At first, I didn’t care what they were doing; he was a monster, and I hated him. But as I watched, I began feeling a clench in my heart. Watching my mate, a man who is supposed to love, adore, and protect me, with another woman, moaning loudly in ecstasy was something I couldn’t endure, no matter how hard I tried.
I tried to suppress my emotions, but I couldn’t. Instead, my eyes began brimming with tears. When I realized I couldn’t stay and watch anymore, I decided to leave, but he stopped me, paid the lady, and asked me to wait until he returned.
I wished I could ignore his commands and leave, but I was scared of the implications of my action. Inhaling deeply, I wiped the tears on my cheek and composed myself. He didn’t deserve a single drop of my tears.
A moment later, I
