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Ilaria

I knew, what I had done was completely wrong. But this fucking wolf deserved it. Not once, not twice, not thrice but infinity times.

This wolf deserved to die at the hands of his mate---in short me.

His face twisted into anger, letting me know that royal wolves like him didn't take insult quite lightly. A rush of fear spills through my entire body at an ungodly speed. If one thing I regretted, it was facing them alone without any heavy metal that could hurt them to some extent.

Before he could yell at me, my hand once again flew to his face, roughly.

Gasps filled the air, again and this time I knew I was a goner. Well, atleast for now...probably?

"You used me for your own good. When I wanted freedom, you forced your ego on myself trapping me between this mate bond." I spit out frantically, pointing my index on my neck, as invisible tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. "You aren't a mate. You're a monster who feeds upon everyone, until you're satisfied."

I inch forward, gra