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WHITE-HOT PAIN CUT through Leah as Jared showed no mercy, just like the rest of the Pack.
There was no hesitation as he sank his teeth deep into back of her shoulder, drawing a burst of hot blood that dribbled to the forest floor.
His thoughts were nothing more than a mishmash of rage and the urge to make her pay for her disrespect.
Even though she wanted nothing more than to fight back, opposition and protecting herself required energy she couldn't muster. So she stood there, focusing on each fresh bout of pain that lanced her body as Jared viciously attacked her again and again, blinded with mate rage.
His words from that long ago day resurfaced, painful and powerful. You delight in making everyone around you miserable, he'd told her callously, harshly. His face had been twisted with his anger.
Maybe he'd been right. That she was happy when everyone else was as unhappy as she was, that she dragged them onto her level.
Blood was spreading across her side where he'd caught her with his razor-sharp claws, and it hurt to breathe. She couldn't tell where each of his attacks would come from, and each time, the pain would blindside her and steal her breath.
