Eva, feeling bewildered, shocked, and terrified, questioned the stranger who was attempting to harm her. "Why... why do you want to hurt me? We don't even know each other," she managed to choke out, struggling as his hands tightly constricted her neck. "It's because you're my mate!" he growled, frustration evident in his voice. Despite her fear, she fought back, scratching, slapping, and trying to pry his hands away, but they remained like a python's grip, threatening her life.
Suddenly, his expression shifted, his body trembled, and he abruptly let go of her. Eva hit the floor with a thud, gasping for air. After a few intense minutes of coughing, she lifted her head to face him, her voice strained. "Mate? What are you saying? How can that be? I've never thought of being anyone's mate," she panted, her throat already hurting.
"I never imagined meeting someone like you, but now I've decided against killing you. Instead, I'll find another purpose for you. I'll sell you to a brothel," he sneered, causing her to flinch with dread. The very idea of having a mate meant everything to werewolves, something they'd die for, but for her, it was a nightmare. Who would rescue her from this predicament?
