I sat in the cell crying for hours. No one came around; no one checked on me. I was left all alone to sit there, crying over a man who I thought was supposed to love me. I hate to admit Timothy is right, but he is. He warned me this would happen, but I didn't listen. I hope he can forgive me, I want nothing more than to just go home.Sadly, my mate turned out to be crap. Denver thinks he can make me act and talk exactly how he wants. He thinks he controls me and that keeping me down here will give him more power. The truth is, it does. The longer I'm down here, the more broken I feel. I can't believe that my own mate played me. He talks down to me and has no care in the world for how I feel.This wasn't supposed to be like this, it was supposed to be magical. I was supposed to have a mate who would sweep me off my feet, love me no matter what and always take care of me. I guess you can't always get what you want and right now I'm not even sure I even know what I need.I just want to l

I woke up wrapped in the arms of another, their heat radiating off their skin and onto mine. I could feel their hot breath against the back of my exposed neck, sending chills throughout my entire body. My body was pressed tightly to theirs and the light struggle I made to move away caused a low growl to vibrate through their chest. As weird as it was for that person to make that type of sound in reaction to me moving away, it also made me feel strangely safe and warm. I slowly lifted my eyelids to take in the room around me. Darkness consumed every corner of the room, giving away nothing as to what's hiding within it. I cocked my head to the side in attempt to see the sleeping person beside me. Although the darkness hid the room, it couldn't hide the one man I've come to know oh so well over the past few days-Denver; my mate. Seeing him laying there so calm and innocent made my heart swoon for him, but I know that's not even close to the feelings I should be having. He's the man who