Rebecca
My life sucks, and I'm not afraid of admitting it. If the moon goddess wanted to make me suffer, I must say congratulations, for she has succeeded.
I walk down the corridor leading outside with a black eye and a few bruises. My mate abuses me when I speak back to him, and I'm screwed because my mouth lacks a filter these days.
I told Davis I wished for him to rot, and that didn't go well. I'm surprised I can even walk after all the punches I took.
Every part of my body hurts. Why am I so complicated? Why can't I just give in and pretend to be nice to my mate, so I don't get injured?
I know the answer: my pride is what gets in my way.
I sigh.
Davis is a haughty good-for-nothing lycan alpha. He doesn't respect me, and I hate how I can't escape him.
I tried. I really did.
