Filled with hate

Jane

As much as I would love to say that it was the most romantic line I had ever heard, at that moment, it was the most disturbing.

I was not worthy of the love he was giving to me.

Maybe I was better off as his breeder, but not his lover.

Suddenly, every single bit of me hated the man before me. I wanted to get away from him and stay away.

The chants of the people wanting me gone returned to my ears as I imagined them saying horrible things to me while I begged for his presence, yet he was nowhere to be found.

Why was he seeking me out now? Was this a joke? He was an alpha, he could handle this with one arm tied behind his back, blindfolded and cross legged on the floor half asleep.

Yet I was the one he wanted to handle this case with him.

“I need a minute,” I sighed, running out of the room while hearing him call for me.

“Jane!” I heard him call just as I reached the head of the stairs, jumping off it and landing on the last floor while cracking the tiles with my heels.

Gasps flew