Chapter Twenty-One

Diana pov

I have been here for a week. I am not allowed to leave the packhouse; Michael won’t let me see Amy; he said I have to prove myself as his Luna before I get any privileges like visitors. What the fuck does that statement mean?. Michael is not like normal werewolves; there is something unbalanced about him, and his behavior is erratic. The mate bond means nothing to him except the belief that he now owns me and can do whatever he wants.

Michael alternates his nights between another female and me. Every time he touches me, I feel sick, and my self-loathing grows. My mind screams no, and my body melts at his touch. The bond makes it painful for me when he isn't with me.

Michael's side of the bed sinks as he lays down; the stench of pineapple sage and honey clings to him. I don't say anything to him. I am a quick learner; it took me two days to heal after the first time I questioned him about her scent.

I lay awake until the sun rises, then quickly leave the bedroom, ensuring I