CHAPTER 66: KISS ME

FREYA'S POV:

I sniffle, rubbing against my sore, wet eyes with the sleeves of my shirt.

The slight abrasion burns the tender skin under my eyes but having red puffy eyes is the least of my worries right now.

Even with the small movement, my arm trembles from the previous trauma.

Every time I make the mistake to close my eyes, I can feel him holding me down against my will, the horrible stench of his scent nauseating my wolf and that sinister grin on his face.

Then ...