Patrick opened his eyes in the dark and glanced sideways at Gloria, who was asleep in his arms.
His gaze fell on her neck, which was covered in hickeys. And then he closed his eyes again.
To Patrick's surprise, Gloria left so many bloody bite marks on his shoulder.
He didn't get it. Why did he let her do it? And why did he kiss every part of her body so madly?
His instinct urged him to get close to Gloria, to make her his. He didn't want to control himself.
Patrick also said to himself, "Don't think about it."
The next day, when Gloria woke up, her eyes were bloodshot. She gave herself a few seconds to react. Then suddenly, she remembered what happened yesterday.
She quickly sat up and looked around. Patrick had already left.
As she breathed a sigh of relief, she felt a dull pain in her heart. When she got up, she realized that she slept all night while being completely naked. She actually fell asleep next to Patrick!
Gloria raised her hand and slapped herself hard, twice!
She could sleep with anyone, but not Patrick!
The slaps sounded crisp and clear, which proved how disappointed she was in herself.
Gloria slumped on the bed with pain in her eyes that only she could understand. The next second, she slowly raised her head and silently put on her clothes.
She didn't care that some of the buttons on her clothes had been torn by Patrick already.
She didn't just leave. Instead, she went to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror.
She raised her hand to turn on the tap. Then she grabbed a handful of water, washed her up carefully, and glanced at herself in the mirror. Suddenly, she picked up a glass on the washstand and was about to smash it against the mirror in front of her with all her strength.
All of a sudden, she stopped.
The glass was only a few centimeters away from the mirror. She could smash it the second she closed her eyes.
However, the hand of the woman in front of the mirror was trembling violently.
Even the veins on the back of her hand were visible. However, the glass was still in her hand.
After a long time, she put down the glass weakly. She punched the sink a dozen times as if she couldn't feel pain at all.
Suddenly, Gloria felt a gust of wind and someone pulled her arm. She staggered a few times because of the huge force.
"How dare you harm yourself!" Patrick roared angrily.
Gloria didn't say anything. She was dragged out of the bathroom.
"Let go!" then Gloria said.
Patrick ignored her and pulled her outside.
"I said, let go!"
As soon as Gloria finished speaking, she was thrown onto the living room sofa. Patrick looked at her coldly and said, "How dare you hurt your body? Who gave you the right?"
Gloria shouted in a hoarse voice, "I can choose what to do with my body! It's none of your business!"
Her scarlet eyes were filled with accusations against the man in front of her.
"This is not the werewolf prison. I am free! You don't get to control me!" Stubbornness was written in her eyes. She then emphasized again, "I am free!"
Patrick sneered, "Free? Tell me, how are you free while you still owe a life to someone?"
Gloria's face turned pale.
She thought self-mockingly, 'Mica, I'm so useless.'
Gloria slowly raised her head and looked up at the man. "Let me go."
Patrick looked down at the woman on the sofa. He looked at her in an indescribably strange way, so strange that the hair on her body stood on end.
Suddenly, he grinned, while his eyes remained cold. "Sure. After I'm dead."
Gloria's eyes widened with bewilderment and wonder. "Patrick, tell me! What the heck do you want from me? I have nothing left!"
She propped up the sofa and put her face up to his. They were close at hand, and her gruff voice was utterly sharp. She continued, "Look carefully! What do I have left? Just name it! And I'll give them all to you!"
Patrick was amazed by how beautiful Gloria was right now. There was a desperate madness to her beauty, as if she was a prisoner on death row, struggling for one last time. She was so stunning that she took his breath away.
He kept denying it. He didn't want to admit that Gloria was his mate. However, he couldn't deny the fact that he was attracted to Gloria.
Patrick looked at Gloria and asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes." Gloria looked at him calmly.
Patrick only felt Gloria smell better and better. He was a bit intoxicated, and he could not help but think along with her words.
"Mark her, Patrick," Leo urged Patrick in Patrick's mind.
In the next second, Patrick suddenly became sober. He looked at Gloria and asked, "What can you give me?"
"I'm no longer of any value to you, Mr. Hammond. Just let me go," Gloria said.
"Gloria, do you think three years in werewolf prison can make up for Gabrielle's life? Gabrielle was the only family Damon had. How would my Beta feel if I let you off easy?" Patrick sneered. "Of course, I'll keep you beside me. I'll torture you bit by bit until you've paid off the life you owe."
Gloria stopped talking, making Patrick frown. He realized that she had become that timid woman who made him uncomfortable all over again.
"Mr. Hammond," just as Patrick reached out to her, Gloria suddenly raised her head and said. "Mr. Hammond, you said before that as long as I earned a million dollars and put the money into that card within a month, you would no longer care whether I stayed or not, right?"
Patrick was filled with anger. He thought, 'I can't believe she is so determined to leave me!'
Enraged, he said, "Yes. But let me remind you of something. It'll be a month soon."
Gloria secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, her every move, no matter how subtle, was captured by the man in front of her.
He lifted his long legs, walked to the sofa on the other side, and ordered, "Get out."