"You’d let me fuck you raw right now, wouldn’t you? Your pathetic wolf is ready to submit to the man who’s going to slaughter your pack and burn your legacy to ash". Without mercy, he pushed one thick finger deep inside me. My walls tightened instantly around the intrusion, greedy and traitorous. A deep throb of unwanted pleasure coiled in my belly as he pumped once, twice,  slowly. He pulled out abruptly and lifted the glistening digit to his mouth, sucking it clean with cold detachment. The obscene sound echoed in the quiet room and I shuddered violently against him. “You’re not marked,” he stated flatly, releasing my throat and stepping back as if disgusted by the contact. *********** My father spent years forcing me to reject my fated mate. Now I carry that guilt like a curse – and our pack is falling apart. They whisper about a monstrous rogue army. I know exactly who leads them. On the full moon, he comes. Three hundred wolves. No mercy. Darren doesn't just attack – he rips out our Alpha's throat with his bare hands while I run. He catches me mid-shift. Pins me down. And whispers, "Did you really think I'd let you go twice?" Now I'm his trophy. Silks and a collar engraved with his name. Paraded at political summits while the world watches me stand silent at his side. He locks me in what used to be the Alpha's quarters – a gilded cage. Every day he reminds me of my father's arrogance. Every night he forces me to feel the mate bond burning between us… but never gives me release. Anyone who shows me kindness gets punished in public. I hate him. I plot my escape every single night. But Darren sleeps beside me. His body pressed against mine. His breath on my neck. He won't take me fully – not yet. He wants me to beg. He wants me to choose him. The bond is slowly driving us both insane. And the worst part? A part of me is starting to wonder what it would feel like if he finally stopped holding back.

"Who,” he said, voice low and sharp, “is giving you the relevance to speak to me like that?”I opened my mouth, but he didn’t give me the chance. "You are useless," he continued, stepping more closer and his voice rising with each word. "Absolutely useless. You can't fight. You can't work. You can't even control your own shift without losing control. You are a liability in every sense of the word."I felt the tears pricking at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I refused to give him the satisfaction."Your body," he said, his eyes raking over me with disgust, "your fat, useless body. It's not meant for anything more than carrying my pups. That's the only purpose you serve. The only reason you're still breathing." He growled more. The words were cruel but I controlled myself from crying.