Chapter 56
Annalise
As soon as Dane left, the tears came. I allowed myself to cry for what he had done to me—for what he had reduced me to. Deep down, I knew he didn’t respect me, but I never imagined he would sink to this extent. He had made our so-called relationship abundantly clear: even if I accepted him as my mate, I would never be anything more than a tool for his pleasure and convenience. Respect? That wasn’t even a consideration for him. Mate or no mate, I was just an object in his eyes.
I had no home to go back to, and I certainly wasn’t happy here. They didn’t understand me, and I didn’t understand them. We were nothing alike, not even close. I felt trapped, stuck in a world I didn’t belong in, surrounded by people who didn’t care about who I truly was.
I was done. Done play
