Chapter Seventeen: Daughter of The Devil

Antoine's POV

I knew I was hurting her, but I couldn't care less.

She had to know her place. She had to respect the formidable Alpha Antoine.

"Hurting her wouldn't make her respect you, she'll only fear you, which is very bad," Elda said.

I tightened my grip on Stacie's neck, and when I did, he howled in pain. He must have felt the pain of his mate. I also felt it too, though faint.

This was why I hated this mate stuff. If your mate was feeling pain, then you would have to share in the pain too.

I felt water drop on my skin and looked up at Stacie. She was crying silently.

She looked so fragile in my hand, so weak and vulnerable. I felt pity for her for the second time in my life again.

However, as much as I felt pity for her, I was also enjoying the look of fear in her eyes. I wasn't a sadist but strangely I felt pain and pleasure from hurting my mate.

She squeezed her eyes close and I knew she couldn't take it anymore. I released my hold on her neck, and she landed on the fl