Chapter 36

My POV (Claire)

I stormed out of his room, my heart pounding in my chest with a mix of anger and fear. How could he do this to me? The tears streamed down my face as I made my way to the empty servants' quarters. The air was humid, and I could feel the sweat on my brow. I needed to be alone to process what had just happened.

As I entered the servants' quarters, the smell of cleaning supplies and soap filled my nose. The room was small and modest, with a few bunk beds, a table, and some chairs. The walls were painted white, and the windows let in some natural light. I collapsed on one of the beds and hugged myself tightly, trying to make sense of everything.

I was fuming with anger and hate for him. How could he accuse me of something I didn't do? Me, slap that bitch? I muttered to myself, clenching my fists. Despite the burning rage in my chest, I couldn't ignore the fact that I was his mate. How could I hate someone I was supposed to love?

I gazed out of the window, taking in the vie