Kiara buttoned the top of her dress, taking a seat in her old room. She didn’t miss this place, all she had missed while being in prison was Zique’s bedroom and his arms.

However, now she dreaded going near that awfully familiar room. It withheld too much of the past, memories of them were engraved against the walls, on the bed and even on the floor, memories she did not want to remember.

She hated them, every snippet of the past, he had used her in more ways than one. He played with her mind, her body and her heart and he expected her to happily smile when he hugged her and not cringed when he apologize repeatedly or utter to her words of worry.

If he had been worried about her, he wouldn’t have considered a rejection and he wouldn’t have announced a mating ceremony that did not in anyway include her. Why was she even here?

Why was he not with that red haired girl? It was her that he wanted from the very beginning, he had sex with her while Kiara was patiently waiting for him at h