6. Game On

This time, I am not the gentle breeze. I am the

Unstoppable Tempest!

_

(Amelia)

Amelia walked away, her tummy twisting in displeasure. She just wanted to grab herself and slam her head against the wall. She touched the small locket Samara had made for her, with a sigh.

She didn't expect this twist. She knew she would feel the mate bond, but she was sure she wouldn't feel anything more for Colton, but when he touched her, she felt the exact damn feelings she had felt once.

She wanted to scream and roar. She wanted to grab Meganne by her hair and kill her right there, by ripping her to pieces. She wanted to plunge the knife deep inside Colton's gut and be done with it. The need for revenge was so strong, the need for vengeance, it was like a fire burning. It was slowly destroying herself, but she didn't give a damn. She wouldn't give a damn.

Colton would deserve whatever punishment she would be giving him. He deserved more than she could think of. No matter what, still a part of