chapter 11

Once again, Marcus was at it with Susan, sweat trickled down his face as he whipped her ceaselessly, if only he could enjoy it as much as she did.

They were at it for several rounds already, the whole floor filled with blood and palettes of flesh but he just wasn't satisfied, he just wasn't okay and the moment her face or name crossed through his mind, he became more and more stressed and upset.

How could he let this happen?

Let her slip from his grasp?

Or even let her get to him in the first place, or was the goddess wrong?

Except it was just him, maybe he had Elena in mind so much that he mixed the image of his mate with Elena's image.

It all just couldn't make any sense, at this point, it was better off being Susan, but Elena?!

Marcus stopped and sighed, he picked up a stool, throwing it to the wall in agitation watching as it smashed into different pieces.

"I haven't seen you this upset since Elen..." Susan was about to say but Marcus couldn't even bare the sound of her name a