Anita said by her window, staring at the high mountains as the sun dipped.
His hands were clutched at her chest which was hurting so badly.
She could not explain what she felt: Hurt, betrayed, scared.
Gotti had asked her never to leave the room, unless under his watch.
She was officially his prisoner.
She was left with conflicted emotions, feeling something forbidden for the man who held her life in her hands, her wolf was sobbing, needing to feel that deep connection with her mate one more time.
It was unexpected, yet, so intense.
He had taken her in a way she didn't know was possible. But he had left her cold and empty after finding the nightshade root.
She inhaled shakily, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she hugged herself.
"What do I do, Nova?" She whispered.
'Tell him the truth,' Nova replied.
"What truth?" Anita frowned.
'That you transmigrated and somehow... happens to be his son's mother,' Nova echoed.
