Chapter Nineteen

Gwendolyn

As the pain stopped I gradually stood from the ground with my eyes still on the woman I caught fucking my mate. She stood there, haughty, a strip of guilt not on her face. If anything, from the slight steep of her mouth to the side, I could see she felt victorious.

It was the same woman from the other day. My mate's mistress.

"He is married to me," was the first thing I said, balancing on my feet as anger rocked my body. I wanted to leap across and tear her to pieces. Shred her until the ground would be littered with the messy nuggets of her nothingness.

But, I contained myself. "Why are you doing this?" I held back tears. Never cry in front of your subject, the former queen said. "He chose me, not you. "

"Yet, he seeks my warmth,” she said proudly, taking a single step forward. I saw red. "He will always chose me, irrespective of marriage to you..." She dragged the marriage in mockery as a mocking smile spread across her flawless face. It pained me more because she was b