“I, Vienna, reject you, Luther Casimir, as my mate,” I declared, my voice echoing in the silent hall. The words burned as they left my lips, but they were the truth—my truth. “I reject you, your pack, and everything you stand for. You are nothing to me, and I will never accept a mate who sees me as less than nothing.”
I stood there with no fear in my eyes. After all, I had nothing to lose, nothing except my cheap life.
I knew what was about to happen to me. Go ahead, kill me. I was ready for it.
I was ready to leave this living hell, forever.
