Chapter 38 He's Way Better Than You

Leona's POV: I gave the tie a fierce tug and howled at the man before me, "Soren, when did you become a freak? You're not my mate. You're just a devil! Does humiliating me make you happy? I just want to live in peace. Why won't any of you leave me alone?" Years of pent-up resentment allowed me to conquer my fear. If my ending was set, I was determined to drag him to hell with me! Sadly, my struggles were nothing more than a child's tantrum to him. He flung off the jacket soiled by my vomit and closed in on me, step by step, until my back pressed against the cold wall and there was nowhere left to escape. He reached out abruptly and grabbed my clothes. With a sharp rip, my pale blue waitress jacket was torn to shreds in his hands. The black underwear I wore inside was exposed. I shrieked and instantly tried to use my arm to cover my exposed body, but that only seemed to fuel his desire to dominate me even more. Soren gripped my arm and dragged me into the bathroom, then pushed