CHAPTER ELEVEN - THE DEVIL DOESN'T CARE

Blaire White

I passed out shortly after he left me to crumble in my pain and tears. Never in my eighteen years of existence have I met someone so monstrous in nature as to have the face of an Angel.

I feel so sad and hurt right now. I was angry at myself and, most especially, at the moon goddess, who has been cruel to me these past few days.

First I lost my mother, then my boyfriend and friends, and now this. I never expected to be mated to someone like him who would treat me so unfairly, like dirt in his shoes.

I was finding it really difficult to cope with these emotions. The mental, physical, and emotional drain had worn me down. I hadn't expected to find my mate right away after losing the one who I had thought was strongly supposed to be the mate blessed to me by the moon goddess after all the signs.

I had honestly believed that Sinclair was my mate. Everything about his attitude towards me and his body language was convincing. But thinking about my situation right now, I'd give