Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Dark Side Of Mates: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Dahlia’s POV:I curse under my breath just as Tatum slams the bathroom door. Glaring at the door, I plop down on the bed when Lexa pushes forward.‘It’s okay, Dahlia. I’m strong enough to house the pain for both of us,’ Diana tries to comfort me, but I felt more guilty than assured.‘Still, it isn’t right, Diana. A mate is supposed to be loyal to his own, that is why we have a bond,’‘Which is broken now, Dahlia, unless…’ I wait for her to continue, but she remains in silence, and I felt curious.‘Unless what?’I hear her sigh in my head before she says, ‘Unless he commits to us and only us, it will help repair the bond,’ Diana whispers, and somehow I could hear hope through her voice.Hope that our mate would eventually come around and love us the way we are supposed to. ‘I doubt that, you saw what he did to Ayesha, how he treats the women he hired in this house. Do you really want to stay with a man like that?’ For a moment, I heard nothing from Diana but silence. I sigh, shaking

Dahlia’s POV:“This way!” Scar points us to the direction of a tunnel, which I didn’t know was hidden under one area in the house that will lead us to the borders. We can’t use any transportation. Tatum already had that taken care of to ensure the women can’t escape, nor can the women shift into their wolves because they were bound by him. But Thalia was certain once they make it past the border, they’ll be able to shift and break free from Tatum’s wicked spell. That was right, he was too cruel to bound these women’s wolves, locking them away from their human counterpart. It is that which make us werewolves, that which we hold onto our identity and that makes us who we are. With their wolves gone, they will always live feeling something missing, like a hole shot straight into their hearts. I can’t even imagine how to live like that, without my wolf. Diana whimpers at the thought, she hates to be locked away just as much as I don’t want her to, which only strengthens her and my resolve

Dahlia’s POV:Just when I thought he would never let me go, he releases me making me drop to the ground with a loud thud. My hands immediately go to my neck, tracing his fingerprints I am sure are now embedded into my skin with how tight he had me in his grip. And for the first time, I suck in air so deep than I ever needed to in my life, as I chased my breath.I hear Diana growl in my head, outraged our mate would hurt us, but he was mate to us no more. I felt the bond sever, meaning I would no longer have a connection whatsoever with him anymore. Tatum cemented my decision when he brought his knee up and kicked me, throwing me back a couple meters away while I was still catching my breath. Clearly, the man doesn’t play fair.I try to get up, but Tatum’s foot suddenly smashes into the back of my head as he stomps on my head like people normally do with the butt of their cigarettes. Diana snarls and all but spits curses at him.“Fucking b*tch, think you could reject me and get away

Dahlia’s POV:One week later.Hours passed, yet I wasn’t sure what time it is, though I could see it’s already late into the evening. It is dark outside, and pouring with rain. I am sitting upright, naked on the bed Tatum and I used to share, until now. This bed means nothing to me any more than a fucking prison bed, as he had me cuffed to one posts. My arms are outstretched, and I bet my hands are already turning purple from how tightly he had it cuffed. Tatum has never let me out of his sight after we attempted the escape, not once had he let me out of the room to speak to the women, which worried me since I heard nothing, not a sign that would tell me they were outside my door or anything. Although I settled it was a good thing, since it means he hasn’t hurt them. It was the only thing that kept my sanity intact inside the confines of these four ugly walls, which seemed to be caving in around me each passing day.The only time he has let me out of these painful handcuffs was when

Dahlia’s POV:“What are you waiting for?”I step back, staring at him as he leans against the wall by the door.He waits, raising a brow at me before glancing down at his watch.“Clock is ticking, Dahlia. You have ten minutes,” he snaps at me.I quickly jump to my feet and hop under the shower, not wondering anymore about his kinks and why he loves watching me use the bathroom. He has seen every inch of my body by force, what more does he want? Turning the hot shower on, I go to pull the curtains but Tatum’s growl stop me.“Leave it on,” he snaps, my hand freezes in the air before I retreat back under the hot shower. Trying to ignore his presence, I grab the soap and lather my body with it. I shower as quickly as I could seeing as I only got ten minutes, and this is the first shower he allowed me in days. Lifting my head, I revel in the feeling of the water dripping down my face and silently pray he lets me shower again. I stink, that much I figured after seeing the color the water t