Jasmine's POVThis wasn't marriage, rather it was the definition of pure hell and bondage.I sat around the dinner table and watched as the clock ticked away, the wildlife outside sang comforting words to me, but the pain in my heart could not be cured.2 am and he wasn't yet back, I couldn't help but worry as I was certain he left with no guards, I hated the fact that I was worried.Bonded to him by the goddess, married to him as a debt meant to be repaid when I give him a child, my heart longed for him as much as I hated him.For some reason tonight, I didn't want this routine of waiting up, I desperately wanted to forget.I dragged myself up to the wine cellar and picked up wine with the highest amount of wolfsbane to get me drunk.My hands found my phone and I dialed his number before stopping, calling the Alpha was useless because the only thing I'd get in return would be insulted as always.It's only been a year since I was sold off to a mate who treated me no less than a rag, a
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