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ply walk away from him. Moments later, he confirmed that to be the case. "Where do you think you're going?" Along wi

with you." Instead, I proceeded down the steps while tightly clutching Morgan

believe him to be? Looking up, I saw the icy blue color leave his eyes and be replaced by an unending ebony hole. He seemed dead and filled with rage, as if there were no spirits behind

instead of speaking with confidence. I attempted to ignore my wolf, who was screaming with me to stop fighting and follow him,

stern demeanor continued to irritate Morgan, sending his wolf into protective mode. He put his hand on my

unconcerned by the mass of their pack mates, who were s

e wrong, Princess; I'm both," which only prompted Morgan to snarl as he approached my side. Anderson appeared to be filled with glee as he observed his Beta become agitated as

you mark me; you will never be my mate." As I watched him, my body trembled and my jaw fell out of place in utter horror. He was picked for me. Morgan is my mate, I said feebly a

ready feel your wolf desiring mine, so think whatever you want for the time being. Soon enough, you'll

face Morgan once more as I observed the debris from his prior altercation still adhered to his face. For the second time t

n's room, where I was, every square inch was spotless, and nothing was misplaced. I was welcomed by a tiny sitting space that seemed welcoming as soon as Morgan walked me down one floor. The dark wood floors and white leather couches begged me to curl up on them. He drew

d. For a moment, I forgot that Morgan was not the one who marked me, since the idea of there being something that was

ent, stretching out a delighted smile and displaying two rows of i

s room had a more neutral aesthetic with light grey walls, white rugs, and dark furnishings, Morg

s furniture had a scratch or mark on it; everything was perfectly white and polished. "Do you like it?" He asked a

it smells like cinnamon apples" made him laugh heartily and deeply, which sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach once mo

must not have been easy on me. He wanted me to sit and really relax, knowing tha

stnut hair that were resting against his forehead. "Honestly, no," I sputtered while averting my gaze from him. "Why would Anderson mark me?"

ith a rogue; since then, he's never been the same," he said gently. My wolf immediately became depressed upon hearing this, and I could feel her growing pity