The Lycan Abused Mate
He lifted my face to his and sneered at me.
"You deserved that," he told me.
I said nothing, knowing that if I spoke right now, hell would break loose. "How dare you? The moon goddess is out of her mind if she thinks I will accept the pairing – over your dead body."
I whimpered in pain, my hands clenched into fists on the floor, enduring the pain. My body was exhausted, and I felt like I might pass out anytime. As if he read my mind, Jarod slapped me across the face, jolting me wide awake. "You deserve no sleep, no rest. From today, you will do the whole pack's laundry," he instructed me, then stood up and pulled me up with him. "Strip," he commanded me.