Chapter 75 Demon Is Never Wrong

• It was raining. It was raining hard and her body was freezing. Her skin burned from the freshly made wounds and burns that lashed her skin. Still, she couldn't cry. She had done so much in the last few hours that there were no tears left inside her eyes. Her throat was such a mess that she could barely make a sound.
• And now she was alone, in the middle of that dark alley where she had been left. She barely had the strength to return to her wolf form and get out of there by herself. There was no one who could help her either, and if she did, she would be afraid that he would do something to her again. And she could not escape. Her bruised thighs full of foreign fluids and bruises prevented her from doing so.
• She couldn't move. The torrential sky above her gave no warning that it was going to stop raining. She didn't want to die there. She wouldn't, of course she wouldn't. She had to stay strong, of course she did. Now she expected to die in that place. She was sure no one would care... not even the brother of the wretched wolf, whom she had discovered as her destined mate. But he was not to blame for her misery. Yet he was still the brother of that traitor, precisely him. And just remembering him and her heart leaping with joy at his smile alone, her image was overshadowed by the smile of her now ex”boyfriend.