Page 7 of Pack Kasen: Part 3
He walks away, and I stare after him in horror, a cold settling deep into my bones.
Aren is too strong for him, or I have no doubt he’d have killed him before he grabbed me.
And he did it for me.
To claim me.
If he bit me, then what would it mean? That we’re tied together forever?
I don’t know, but I’m fucking terrified.
My fingers skim over my neck, desperate to make sure he didn’t bite me while I was out cold.
There’s no groove or indentation.
Yet.
My eyes linger on the silver chain wrapped tight around my ankle.
Hunching over is like someone stabbing me in my belly. Tears roll down my cheeks, and I brush them away as I fight to yank the chain off.
He said he’d be back soon, and he probably meant minutes rather than hours. He must know Aren will come after me, so wherever we are, we can’t afford to stay here for long.
I yank at the chain, fighting with it, my fingers burning, then blistering from the silver in it. Nothing works. My head pounds as my vision turns hazy again, so I reach for my wolf, desperate.
Pain punches through me, killing my ability to think. Then to move.
I slump, my eyelids fluttering shut.
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Asmall chuff penetrates my hazy thoughts.
A heavy weight presses down on my chest.
I blink my eyelids open, and Cristofer is straddling me, leaning toward my throat.
I slam both palms on his chest, and I shove.Hard.
He falls back with a grunt.
I’m still bleeding, but did I ever really stop?
Moving is slow and painful, but I force myself into an upright position, my back to the wall. The silver chain is tight around my ankle, and I’m not getting it off. I’ve missed my chance.
My fingers are slick with blood, and my head is pounding. “You arenotbiting me.”
A bite is permanent. A brand of ownership. Ofpossession. I wasn’t sure I wanted Aren to bite me, even if the part that is his mate, craved it.
He gets to his feet, his black pants sitting low on his hips. There’s a large duffel bag behind him near the open doorway. I guess he just came in here to bite me and take me away to our new life together.
That isn’t happening.
I’d rather die.
“This will go easier for you if you don’t fight me.” A hard edge creeps into his voice.
