Zyra's POV

I stood there in disbelief at my own actions, staring blankly at the man before me. I had just punched Cade, my ex-mate, straight in the face. Instead of quickly fleeing the scene, I found myself frozen in place. This was Cade, after all.

He wiped his lips and slowly lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine with a seething glare. I blinked rapidly, feeling a mix of fear and defiance. "You hit me?" he sneered, his voice filled with incredulity as he rose from the bed and began to ...