Gwendolyn

　　As the pain stopped I gradually stood from the ground with my eyes still on the woman I caught fucking my mate. She stood there, haughty, a strip of guilt not on her face. If anything, from the slight steep of her mouth to the side, I could see she felt victorious.

　　It was the same woman from the other day. My mate's mistress.

　　"He is married to me," was the first thing I said, balancing on my feet as anger rocked my body. I wanted to leap ...