"Leave me the f**k alone," she growled. Her green eyes shone brightly as fury took over her heart.
I wished I could. I would never let someone speak to me that way, but she was different. I couldn't let her go; it didn't matter how much she told me she hated me.
"I can't, you know I can't. Why don't you give me a chance?" I said as a plea.
How pathetic! I was the Prince of Hell, and here I was, begging her to give me a chance to speak and prove my worth to her. Why am I doing this?
My father would be ashamed, and Caelan would likely laugh because I am begging her, but I don't care. I know she is strong and perfect; I won't let her go now or ever because she was my mate.
"I won't ever accept you, Draven. Leave me alone, or I am going to kill you," she warned while she narrowed her
