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I was trembling by the time he leaned down, his lips at my ear.“And I intend to give youeverything."

My skin heated, my traitorous nipples hardened.I hated how my body reacted to him, how even after everything, I craved what he was offering.

But if I caved, I’d hate myself forever."I wantnothingfrom you, Alpha McClellan."

His lips twitched, amusement dancing in his eyes."Oh, but you do, Ivy.You're my fated mate.Nothing on this earth can alter that fact.You’remine."

He was making me feel like I was a possession to be dominated and claimed.Owned.

Rieka perked up in interest.It was exactly what she-wolves craved—and it was incredibly unfair to have it offered up like this.

So I did the only thing I could.I compromised."I’ll eat once you’re gone from my sight."

For a moment, the air crackled with tension, his wolf rising to the surface in response to my defiance.But then, miraculously, he relented.

"I’ll be back later, little mate."

I didn’t move until the lock clicked.

The room suddenly felt suffocating.I needed air, needed to feel the wind on my face and the earth beneath my feet.

Crossing to the window, I wrenched it open.The bars wouldn’t allow an escape, but I could at least get some fresh air.

The crisp scent of pine filled my lungs.Cool and soothing, it helped center my emotions.

I remained there until my stomach rumbled and I forced myself to choke down the Alpha’s breakfast.

I’d need my strength if I was ever going to be able to kick his ass.

Again, my wolf shook her head at me.

I just need one claw in one testicle, Rieka.

She seemed to think it over.Alright.But only one.

I cut off the conversation there.I was becoming just as disturbed as Briggs.

I really was screwed.

Ivy Bardot

Chapter 10

Ivy

I paced the length of my reinforced prison, likely close to wearing a hole in the flooring.Four days.Four insufferable days trapped in this room, with only short escapes from boredom when Briggs dared to enter my domain.

Not that I wanted his visits.Far from it.

I didn’t want to see his handsome face.Or his hard body.Or feel my skin heat under the intensity of his perusal.

Each encounter was a near repeat of the last and ended with me telling him to leave.Or go.Or get out.

The difference since the first morning was my voice.I kept it flat.Devoid of emotion, hiding the simmering boil of pent up hurt and fury and lust.

Gods, so much fucking lust.It was getting worse by the day.Hell, by the hour.

What did I do to warrant such a punishment from the Goddess?

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