-Abaddon P.O.V.-
“What did you find out?” I ask one of my worthless subjects.
I watch as he squirms under my gaze. “She found her mate.”
“Get out.” I grit out, causing my subject to run out of my chamber.
That little bi*ch really thought that I would stop chasing her once she found her mate? She thought wrong. I will find her mate and attack the pack with all of my subjects. I will kill her mate in front of her eyes before taking her then I will force her to be mine. I am not going to lose the one person who is supposed to be my Queen. MINE! How dare some smelly dog take claim over her. She was mine the day she slit her own throat on my blade.
If I have to then I will beat her, f**k her, and whip her into submission. I will do everything in my power to break her spirit before I m
