“Willow… Willow…” Killian called the name with so much affection, as he thrusted so deep, he couldn’t care less about the woman under him. The woman that he drew pleasure from. Willow. That was not her name. Althea cried silently, as she accepted this cruel treatment from the man that was supposed to be her mate. Not only was this torture, but he intentionally called someone else’s name and the name belonged to her dead older sister. The person that Alpha Killian was actually in love with. This torturous act continued until the sky turned slightly bright and Althea was no longer able to feel herself. She was a wreck, her heart had shattered into a thousand, if not a million pieces.