Ilayda

I finish my business and walk over to the sink, splashing cold water on my face trying to clear my thoughts. Taking a deep breath I begrudgingly walk back out into the bedroom to face my oh so sexy mate. He’s lounging in the bed still, scrolling on his phone. I must have a look on my face because as soon as he looks up at me he drops his phone and is in front of me in seconds.

“Firefly! Are you hurt?” He says in a hurry his hands are gripping my shoulders as he scans my body from head to toe.

I glare at him and jerk myself free from his grasps, walking a few feet away. “AM I HURT?!” I shout. “Maybe not physically, but you dragged me away from my home, my family, everything I have ever known in life. Just to be this perfect little puppet you need. You don’t understand how lonely I’ve been, my wolf Soni, she’s gone. Who knows when the hell she’s going to return.” My once strong voice starts to crack. “So yes, Azrael I’m upset. Excuse me for feeling anything. I’m not like you, I can't