A broken Mate
Then the goddess made me omega—forced this body that heats up at the slightest touch, this mind that forgets how to fight back.
And then she gave me you, Hunter.
A mate who sneers at me, who locks me in this prison of a house, who throws my only shirt like it’s garbage. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, hot and unwilling. I felt dirty again, not from sweat but from the weight of it all. My legs wobbled as I tried to think of an excuse—maybe just stay in here forever, let the steam swallow me.
But the pull of the bond, that invisible thread between mates, tugged at my chest, a faint ache that said go. So I cursed louder in my mind: Life, you bastard. Take me instead.
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