Chapter 150

• Brent found himself repeatedly demanding for his mate, his hand relentlessly pounding against the unyielding metal bars of his prison. The audacity of that man, to confine him in such a squalid, repugnant cell, was beyond comprehension. Even the guards, who routinely patrolled the hallway, looked at him with an air of disdain. He, Brent, an Alpha heir, was being treated like a common criminal. It was an affront he found utterly unacceptable!
• His feet made contact with the icy concrete floor. The cell was far from comfortable, and the conditions were deplorable. But what truly gnawed at his psyche was the memory of the previous night. His fingers instinctively moved to his cheek, still tender and throbbing from the slap his mate had delivered.
• "My poor Winona, that man has truly brainwashed you, hasn't he?" he mused to himself. He was convinced that Winona, in her right mind, would never have slapped him. He was certain that she still harbored feelings for him. Even when he had been fooling around with her sister and treating her poorly, she had remained steadfast because she was his mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. No one could alter that fact, especially not some arrogant upstart.