8. Camilla

CAMILLA

You got to be kidding me. The Lycan Prince, a marriage contract? There is no way in hell I am going to let that happen. I read the terms in that contract, none of it said anything about letting me keep my freedom.

I let my eyes circle the room and spotted my dress lying on the floor. Bending over, I felt a sharp pain between my legs making me whimper.

'What did you expect? He's a lycan, and his appetite is insatiable,' Dana mused.

"Pervert," I huffed as I scooped up the dress and was about to put it on when I realize it's ruined.

Just great. Now how am I going to face Angela when I show up with a completely destroyed version of the six-thousand dollar dress she gave me?

I then rummaged through the drawers and closet and found nothing more than a black oversized shirt and grey sweats. Luckily, it contained a pair of rubber shoes, too.

I threw everything on before my phone rang out. I picked it up, scowling when Angela's face popped up in the screen.

She's calling me