I stared at my phone, my vision blurring as tears threatened to spill over. The messages from Julian kept coming, each one more vile than the last.
"You're nothing but a slut. Did you think I wouldn't find out you left with him?"
"Whoring yourself out to the Lycan Chairman won't save your father."
"I can get Dominic out of jail tomorrow if you submit to me."
My hands trembled as I read the last message. The offer was tempting—so tempting it made me sick. But I knew what "submit" meant to Julian. He wanted me as his mistress while he married Camille for power.
I threw my phone onto my bed and paced my tiny bedroom. The walls felt like they were closing in on me. First Adrian's rejection last night, now Julian's threats.
"I won't do it," I whispered to myself, but my voice lacked conviction.
My wolf whimpered inside me, still suffering from the broken mate bond. Even though Julian had rejected me publicly, the biological connection remained like a raw wound that wouldn't heal.
