Chapter 14: Jarrel's expression

CHAPTER 14: Jarrel's expression

Hana was at her window, sitting in her own room, looking out into the darkness of the trees beyond the pack lands. The moon was almost touching the trees and the whole area was dimly lit by the silvery moonlight.

Her thoughts were stormy waters churning in her head like an ocean. She was mated to Jarrel, the man she despised most in the entire world. And yet, there were moments when the relationship with him tugged at her emotions, leaving her conflicted, hating herself for how she felt.

She folded her hands into fists and felt the nails’ tips dig into her flesh. How, in heaven’s name, could she cherish any affection but have hatred for him? He was the cause of her family’s death and the cause of her pack’s decimation.

She had witnessed him slaughtering people with no concern for their fate and had even felt his hand on her neck, a sign of the horror she had endured. But sometimes his skin touching her naked skin made her feel an unexpected unspeaka