When Sunday Fallon is shipped off to Ravenscroft university, she feels the need to exert freedom because all her life she has been caged up.

She does not expect to meet her mate that she rejected seven years ago, or the isolation that she would face.

Carnal obsession

No. She couldn’t bond with him. If she did, I’d lose what little of her I had.


Tucking myself away, I tried to ignore the sight of her feeding from him, but as any masochist would be, I was drawn to the things which hurt me. And watching Sunday give herself to someone else was the most exquisite sort of agony. Perhaps witnessing this moment between them was my penance. No flogging came close to tearing me apart the way losing her did.


I felt it the moment it happened. Their bond snapped into place, locking me out, uniting them for all eternity. It was done. I’d lost her before I could accept that I wanted to take her.


Searing pain blossomed on my chest, the burn akin to a brand from a red-hot iron. I let out a harsh cry and tore at my shirt, wondering if this was the moment God sent me to hell. Had He been watching all this time? Waiting for me to earn my spot in torment?


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