Rejection, it felt like I was torn in two. At night I would cry and scream as my mate would please himself leaving me with burn marks. He mated, marked and claimed another. He left me to die, he didn't care. I was hurt but then I healed. I was broken then I was fixed. I hated myself for not being good enough. Now I love myself for being too good for him. Rejection hurt but I will make him pay. I swear it.All Rights Reserved
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