Hatred

Connor was enraged with Carolina and most especially, he hated the way she talked to him so bluntly, he hated the way she said she was going to reject him as her mate. Carolina's heart almost jumped out of her chest when she saw the way Connor's eyes flicked from a pitch-black color before turning into their original color.

Her instinct told her that if she doesn't get out of that bed as fast as possible, then he might devour her when it is too late. Her eyes fell on his fingers that were slowly changing into claws and at that instant, she knew that he was about to change into his werewolf form.

Most importantly, she knew that she was the cause of it.

She attempted to stand from the bed but he held her by his wrist, tightening his grip around her wrist as she leaned against the headboard while he leaned forward with his face so close to hers. She could feel his breath all over her face and it evaded her senses.

"Carolina, it doesn't matter if you reject me or not. If I would be hones