Sold to my ruthless mate

Elena yearned desperately to pour out her emotions to anyone who would lend an ear, but inside, she felt numb. Her heart seemed devoid of any capacity to express her pain. Instead, she forced a smile, nodded politely, enduring the hurtful words and abuse that were hurled at her. She couldn't help but believe that there was no escape from her situation. As a matured werewolf without a mate, each passing blood moon brought disappointment as the moon goddess, in a cruel twist, denied her this fundamental connection. Her inability to transform into a wolf was another source of frustration, a skill that effortlessly eluded her despite her earnest attempts. Feeling exhausted and defeated, Elena confronted the harsh reality that she lacked the physical strength to challenge her uncle. Her malnourished state, evident in her pale skin and slender frame, left her vulnerable. She often wondered how she managed to survive at all, her resilience tested by the constant struggle.