Sheila's point of view

I was trembling hard. My fear and confusion were imprinted on my face. I looked around at the warriors surrounding me, my fearful eyes meeting my mate's. His stony expression weakens me the more.

At Killian's command, the warriors grabbed me roughly on both arms. My broken gaze refused to look away from Killian's. "What is the meaning of this?" My voice came out as a whisper, my voice totally betraying my emotions. "I am your mate." The words left my lips, and I watched them shatter before Killian's frosty gaze. But he didn't seem to care. That didn't matter to him.

"This will teach you exactly how to behave in my pack." He regarded me with icy stares. "Take her! " His cold words pierced me deeply where it hurt the most, while he had his arms around the other woman, his lover.

I was dragged into the Castle, down the corridors, and thrown into a dark dungeon, and the wooden door slammed behind me.

I crashed on the harsh, cold floors with darkness circling around me. Frozen on the spot, I still couldn't move past that moment, the icy stare of my mate. His hatred and anger for me couldn't be hidden. I didn't know when my eyes gathered with tears, and they rolled carelessly from my eyes.

He hated me!

My own mate hated me!

I brought my hands to my face, sobbing profusely. The last time I felt this hurt and broken with tears in my eyes was when I was only twelve and was tortured by my father for speaking to the servants.

I was tortured a lot worse than this, but that didn't even hurt this much.

I curled against the cold walls, bawling my eyes out in the darkness.

I had no idea when I fell asleep in the darkness. I woke up to the deafening silence that echoed through the walls. There was no way of knowing how long I'd been down here. It was cold, and whatever I was sitting on hurt my body.

The floor was hard and humid. The cold air around me was making me tremble. All I could do was wait in the darkness for a long time.

At that same moment, the big wooden door made a loud squeak, and a very strong gleam illuminated the place. I had to pull my hand up to protect my eyes from the light, and when I had adjusted to the environment, I looked up and saw Killian.

My breath hitched, getting stuck in my throat. His tall and dominating figure moved closer to me as I forced my legs to stand. He had a towering height that I had to force my gaze up to. He bore down on me with flickers of raw emotions that I recognized as hatred and disgust. I clutched the silken fabric of my dress, fighting back the urge to cry.

"Let's get one thing straight. I have only one woman in my life, and that is Thea and no one else. " His voice was more brutal than the winter's gravest wind and sharper than any sword to my chest. "You mean nothing to me, Sheila Callaso. Absolutely nothing!" He made sure to enunciate every word, which echoed within the walls of my head, murdering me. "I have a few rules on how I run my pack. Everyone must abide by them, and that includes you. If you abide by these rules, your stay in my pack will be bearable, comfortable, and livable enough." His voice was so deep and so smooth, with a faint accent. Even though he sounds so ruthlessly cold, I could easily listen to it all day.

I didn't speak. I couldn't trust my own voice not to betray me. Instead, I listened to him like an obedient little wolf.

"Firstly," he began, "you speak only when spoken to.

Secondly, you are not allowed to step out of your chambers without my permission.

Thirdly, you are only allowed in my office when called upon and never allowed in my chambers, ever.

Fourthly, you are not allowed to step out of the Castle without my permission either.

And lastly, stay out of Thea's way. That's a warning, Sheila. " He hissed with so much hatred that I winced at the intensity.