Page 9 of The Alpha's Forced Pregnant Mate

Alone. That gave me one hell of an idea.

Danny had used his far-reaching connections to kidnap Naomi and bring her to his territory, and while she had fought him at first, she had given herself over to him soon enough. Now, Whitney was going to be all alone, and it gave me a golden opportunity.

If she wasn't going to give me a chance, I'd just have to force her to.

As beautiful as she was, I could see that Whitney had just returned from battle. There was blood on her cheek and mud on her boots. I knew she was going to put up a fight, but if she was already tired, it shouldn't take me long to overpower her. From there, I could put her into her vehicle and drive us back to Reckless Stalker territory, where Whitney would be forced to hear me out and accept me as her mate. I wasn't about to let her get away from me, not when she could be the key to making my pack whole. Faye would never turn her back on Whitney—she had proven to be loyal to a fault, staying with Naomi in Red Canines territory when she was in danger—and if Faye wanted to keep Whitney in her inner circle, it would be impossible for her and Hector to ignore me. There would be an alliance, like it or not, if their demon huntress was officially mine.

Whitney had taken off down the hiking trail, and while her stride was long and angry, she wasn't hurried. I knew that she was in turmoil, wondering how she ended up connected to a pack enemy, but I'd have all the time in the world to change her mind once I had her.

I stayed in wolf form, moving as silently as possible while keeping her in my eyesight. There was an incline up ahead that curved around and upward, giving me the perfect opportunity to strike from above. I knew that once I moved on her, there was no turning back. No matter how she fought me, I wouldn't let her go. She was mine and I was hers, and all this foolishness about never wanting to touch me would disappear. I could see the hurt in her eyes when she read out my name. She had been afraid. I couldn't blame her for it, but I could fix it. I could be the mate she needed, and we could be happy together.

There was no denying our connection.

It was getting darker, and the sun was beginning to sink in the sky, but I was ready. I had been watching Whitney for the past half hour, and she was slowing down. The adrenaline from the mate match was wearing off, and the fatigue of the demon hunt was setting in. She would be exhausted, and it would make it easy to take her.

I moved into place, creeping up the incline until I was nearly level with her, and then I attacked. My wolf form made me quick and stealthy, and before she could react, I was on her. I landed hard on her back, throwing her to the ground as my jaws closed over her throat in a warning bite. Not enough to do real damage, but enough to cause pain.

Whitney let out a cry, struggling under me, and I pushed down harder on her.

If you don't fight me, I won't have to hurt you,I thought desperately, willing her to stop resisting. The last thing I wanted to do was really injure my mate, but I didn't have a choice if she wouldn't give in.

I knew she couldn't understand my thoughts, but it seemed like she calmed slightly anyway. Whitney stopped struggling and went still under me, waiting for me to make my move.

I released my hold on her neck, licking her skin gently to ease her pain. She shuddered under me, and I had to fight the urge to growl in pleasure. Even though we were enemies, and she had just been attacking me, there was no denying how good she felt under me. I could feel the heat of her body, even through my clothes, and the smell of her hair and skin was intoxicating. My blood was running hot, and I wanted to mount her right then and there and take her as mine.

This damned fascination was going to be the death of me, and Whitney quickly proved it. I moved off of her, thinking that maybe she'd come willingly instead of having to be kidnapped, but the demon huntress had just been playing calm to get my guard down. The second I relaxed, she was on me, kicking my knee out from underneath me and then tackling me to the ground. I fell hard, the air knocked from my lungs, and before I could catch my breath, she was on top of me.

With me still in wolf form and her in her human skin, the fight was fierce and difficult.

I tried to bite at her legs, her arms, anything I could get to, but Whitney was fast and brutal. She managed to twist my jaw at an angle that hurt like hell, and I howled in pain. That seemed to only make her angrier, and she started punching me. Her punches were aimed at the sides of my head, trying to knock me out.

But I wasn't about to let my mate get away from me. I wouldn't lose her.

Whitney landed a solid blow on my head, but it only served to make me angrier. I shifted, not caring that I was now completely naked under her, grabbed her by her shoulders, and flipped us over. The fight went on for several more minutes, but in the end, I had her pinned. We were both breathing heavily, exhausted from the fight. I stared down at her, trying to memorize every detail of her face, and then I shifted my gaze lower.

Even though we were enemies, I knew Whitney was gorgeous. Her breasts heaved as she struggled under me, and I could feel every inch of her body pressed against me. Blood rushed south, and I had to bite back a groan.

Those thoughts ended abruptly when she froze, recognition kicking in. "You!" she hissed, enraged. “How dare you come after me like this! You fucking asshole!"

Her voice was low and intense, and she was clearly furious with me. I had thought that she would be afraid after our initial encounter, but if anything, she seemed angrier than before. I had to admit, it was a turn-on. I loved how strong she was.

"Hello, Mate," I purred. "It's so nice to have a chance to talk."

Chapter 5 - Whitney

Never in my childhood dreams did I imagine the day I was matched with a mate would go like this.

Julian was strong as hell, and he had me pinned. I still had a little gas in the tank, but I was familiar enough with my own body to know that I was close to complete exhaustion. If I kept fighting him with everything in me, he'd have me unconscious in no time, and that was way more dangerous than being awake but in his grasp.

"I don't have anything to say to you," I spit at him, not wanting him to think that we were anything more than enemies. "Let me go."

He smiled down at me, a slow grin that I hated because it made him even more handsome. "Don't be like that, Whitney. You're my mate. You can't deny it."

I wanted to fight him on that, but I knew he was right. That didn't mean anything was going to change, though. He was still the man who poisoned Naomi and abandoned his pack. He was still the enemy. "I don't give a fuck what two flower petals say. I'll never be your mate, Julian Payne. Now let me go."

He laughed, clearly enjoying having me under him. My cheeks heated at the position, and I hated that he could see my embarrassment. "Not so fast, beautiful," he said, using a pet name that only made me hate him more. "We have things to discuss."

My heart was pounding hard. I hated the man above me. Hated him so strongly that I could taste it on my tongue like bitter iron.

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