Jenny pov
One month later—
My leg was better, and I did what I wanted by teasing Lily and forcing Zachary to stay with me all the time in my room. I even asked him to cook for me several times, and he did it obeying and willingly.
But I didn't let him touch me at all. I can't deny that he tried especially that I didn't let him sleep with his luna, and he was like a fucking horny dog who wanted to jump and dig his dick inside me by way or another.
But not me, not again, the needy cat that I used to have died when I had jumped off that window a month ago.
If my father appeared to me and swore to god that there's something called a mating bond, I would never believe him.
It was love, and it was strong, but it faded. Pain and agonizing aches killed everything. Jealousy and uncaring about me destroyed the last string between us.
I wasn't angry or sad anymore.