Claimed By The Alpha.
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The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of the decisions that loomed ahead. My
tep I took in this mansion felt like one closer to my demise. My life, once filled with hope and certainty,
to the air, blending with the tension that radiated off him. He wasn't speaking, didn'
another corridor, one I hadn't noticed before. He
," he said, his voice f
entire apartment back in the pack. A large four-poster bed stood in the center, dressed in deep crimson silks. The walls were a
e," I said, my voice
tepping into the room, his shadow stretching over the th
ying to hold onto whatever was left of my dignity, but every
I said, my voice firmer this time. "
u'll learn to accept it. I
ut I could already feel the futility of it all. He had already ta
lmly. "The decision is yours in the end. I'm giving
g to make sense of his
epped back, allowing me a moment to take in t
ettled over me. This wasn't just about survival anymore. Something deep inside me began to realize
He had bought me for a reason, and that reason had everything to do with the bon
ready to acce
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pected her to resist me so strongly, but there was something about her defiance that both i
that she would become meek and docile. I had thought she would beg for mercy, p
omething el
she spoke, challenged me. And I
ke. It was a distraction I couldn't afford. This wasn't the time for hesitation or doubt.
made me question my motives. Why had I gone so far? Why had I bought her, forced her i
it to consume me for years. But this...
an
turned to face her. She was standing in the doorw
" she said, stepp
lly; she was my closest confidant, someone who had stood by me through the d
ut her," she said, her voice sharp. "The girl is
ght in some ways. Amara was a means to an end. She was supposed to be a t
n her eyes that made me question everything I thought I knew ab
ued, her tone growing more insistent. "You don't need
though I wasn't sure
cond-guessing yourself. I've been with you long enough to k
h the knot in m
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led mess of thoughts and emotions. I couldn't escape the gnawing feeling that Dante w
ust some object to be contr
did that
overpowering force in my life now. He had bought me with the sole purpose of gettin
thing beneath the surface, something I couldn't explain. The bond between us,
of everything. I wasn't just a victim in this. I wasn't going to let Dante
te standing in the doorway. His eyes were unreada
y," he sa
instinctively tensin
to follow him. My heart pounded in my c
g what Dante had planned. But I knew one thing f