The pain was unbearable.
I lay curled on my bedroom floor, my body convulsing with each wave of agony that shot through the mate bond. Julian's cruelty had no limits—he was deliberately causing me pain, using his intimacy with Camille as a weapon against me.
My wolf whimpered, a pitiful sound that echoed through my mind. She had been so quiet for months after the rejection, but now she was fully present, suffering alongside me.
"Please," I whispered to no one, tears streaming down my face. "Make it stop."
The bond flared again, and I bit down on my palm to muffle my scream. My roommates couldn't hear this. No one could know how broken I truly was.
How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Time lost meaning as Julian's torture continued, his satisfaction pulsing through our twisted connection with each wave of pain.
