Ayden's pov
It had to be a dream. Those lips that brushed against mine . . . that fit so perfectly against mine, had to be a dream conjured up by my fevered mind, but the way my lips trembled against those pressed against them made warning bells go off in my head. Just as suddenly the feeling was gone and I was alone with my thoughts. Why did the Luna make Derrick my mate, I mean he obviously didn't want me . . . I realized that the time I found him in bed with Amanda Thompson; their sated expressions along with the scent in the air told me better than any words could what had happened and the worse part was that instead of defending himself, Derrick just lay there smiling as he gently brushed the hair back from her face, his amused gaze on me the whole time. That was the first time I cried over him, but it wouldn't be the last. As if to prove his control over me, he moved me into the room next to his, just so I would suffer through every moan and cry of pleasure of every nameless, faceless girl he decided to have in his bed and then to push me over the edge he started to make me cook for them and answer to them as if I were a servant and not his future mate. That's why I didn't tell him that something was wrong when my body started to feel like it was overheating and I had trouble catching my breath, I just pushed myself through it and kept up the appearance that everything was fine . . . I even managed to convince him that I was alright having everyone avoiding me, when the truth was it was tearing me up inside. I couldn't even stand to be near anyone anymore because I was afraid they might accidentally bump into me and it would somehow get back to him. I was losing myself little by little and sometimes I wondered what it would be like to end it all . . . just to cut off my own breath or find a way to stop my heart for beating, just so everything would disappear, but I couldn't do that to the people that love me. So I continued on, suffering in silence, waiting for the day when Derrick would finally look at me and realize what he was doing to me and claim me or release me, but with each passing day I come to realize that all of this is a game to him and if I don't find the strength to get away I'm going to lose more than just my heart.
