The Alpha's Chosen Mate

“"Alpha, I wanted to speak with you...in private," she said, pushing her hair back nervously. Dominic looked her up and down, as if assessing her worth. Cassandra felt her cheeks heat up under his scrutiny. "Speak," he said curtly, his voice low and intimidating. Cassandra swallowed hard, trying to gather her courage. "I, umm...I have been watching you, Alpha. And I believe we have a connection, a...a bond," she said, stumbling over her words. Dominic raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "A bond, you say? And what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Cassandra took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I mean that...I feel like we have a connection, Alpha. A connection that goes beyond pack loyalty or respect. I feel...drawn to you, in a way that I can't explain," she said, her voice growing softer. Dominic let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with anger. "You dare to approach me with such words? You, a mere pack member, have the audacity to declare a connection with your Alpha? Do you not understand the hierarchy of our pack?" he snarled. Cassandra flinched at his harsh words, feeling the weight of his authority bearing down on her. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha. I didn't mean to overstep my bounds. I just...I thought that maybe we could have something special, something more than just packmates," she said, her voice trembling. Dominic let out a cold laugh, his eyes glinting with contempt. "Special? More than packmates? You are nothing more than a breeding machine, Cassandra. Your sole purpose is to serve the pack, to bear strong offspring. You are replaceable, expendable," he spat.”