Claimed By The Alpha.
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osed behind us with an ominous clang, sealing my fate within these walls. I should have been used to the feeling of bein
with anger, but I had learned long ago that fighting wasn't a
known. His authority was untouchable, like an invisible force that wrapped around him, demanding respect. I didn't know what I had
High ceilings, lavish decor, and the sharp scent of expensive wo
y asked, my voice clipped, tho
as he led me down a long
sk more questions, demand answers, but I knew that wouldn't get me a
other hand, struggled to keep up with him. I couldn't make sense of anything. How had I gone f
t was also cold. No warmth, no comfort-just stark elegance. There was a large bed in the center of the room, dressed in dark,
ice cutting through my thoughts. "Get
nd, my jaw tightening.
was a flicker of amusement in his eyes,
what I am," I added, strugg
ion, but his presence loomed over me like a storm, threatening to break. He stopped ju
erous. "You're not a prisoner." He reached forward, his fingers
he same word that Jaxon had spat out
" I said through gritted teeth
unyielding. "You don't have a choice. Wh
was acutely aware of the power difference between us. I knew what he w
if he had lost interest in the interac
ehind him. I stood there for a moment, stunned by the encounter. My hands
going t
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She thought she could defy me, act like she had control, but I saw through it. Beneath her
was broken, humiliated, and yet she was trying to stand tall in front of me. I should have appr
I had bought her to settle a score, nothing more. But th
ge pull toward her, the desire to protect her when I knew I
ell with shallow breaths, her face pale from the whirlwind of emotions she had just experienced. Her defi
help but
on my plan. But the part of me that wanted her-the part that I kept burie
o stay col
the hall, my thoughts swi
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e, in Dante's home, under his control, felt like I w
couldn't stand being here. I didn't belong with him. But there was nothing I could d
bo
t were nothing but a detail in our twisted arrangement. The thought of being
o unite two souls, to share love and trust. But Dante Morett
from my thoughts. I froze, m
alled from the other sid
im again, but I had no choice. Slowly
doorway. He didn't wait for me to speak. "
re with you," I snapp
ld feel the shift in the air
knew, deep down, that resistance w
hing flicker in his eyes-something softer, almost regretful. But it was gone as quick
epeated, his tone not quite
game to him. I was his pawn, nothing more. But some
No matter what Dante thought, I wouldn'