Free

Cold.

Broken.

Tired.

These three words perfectly described how I felt, laying on the floor wishing I never jumped on the idea of getting married Damon when I found out he was my mate. My decision to marry Damon had been driven by desperation, by a longing for something better, I was tired of the physical abuse from my father and my stepmother that I eagerly agreed to marry him because I thought I was finally going to have a better life, a life where I don't get to sleep with one eye open, a life where every single thing I say or do won't be misunderstood, a life where my happiness, my health and my opinion actually mattered.

But I got something else. Something perfectly similar to what I was running from. My wolf wasn't that strong to withstand the pain and heartbreak if I reject him so the thought actually crossed my mind but Ii never really dwelled on it.

The walls were getting colder each passing minute so I knew the it was going to be night soon. This room had no window as it was