11. Strip, Anya.

Anya’s POV

The moment my back touched the door, I broke down into tears.

As lovely as Kern was. I didn’t want to be here.

The realisation of the time of person my mate was dawned on me day by day.

He had women warming his bed, and I didn’t think I would be any different.

Besides, he already stated that it was the only reason he brought me here.

To own my body.

The necklace on my neck suddenly warmed, and my hands reached for the dazzling beauty between my chest.

It felt warm in my palms, like it was trying to comfort me and make me feel better.

But I was almost certain that it was just my imagination.

“Let me out,” a cold and low voice rang out in my head, and for a split second, my heart skipped a beat until I realised it was my wolf.

“I don’t want a weak host. Let me out, Anya.”

“You took all the time in the world before revealing yourself, and after you came, you chose the absolute worst person to become your mate.”

“And now, you want to leave?”

If my wolf were right in front