Chapter4
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CHAPTER FOUR I suddenly felt dizzy from hearing that. It was then that all the pain from the rigorous love making and the massive blood loss from being marked came into view. Amidst all the pain was one that hurt more than the others combined and it pierced right into my heart. I had given my body, my soul and my forever to a man that did not count me worthy. "My place?" I suddenly erupted, an anger surging up inside me that I did not know belonged to me. "My place? I know my place well." I stared daggers at him, ignoring what consequences I will meet for my actions. "My place was at my cottage where you spent last night" my voice had risen in pitch as the remaining blood inside me began to boil. "Keep your voice down right this instant" his voice was calm, his posture was steady but his eyes told the truth of his countenance. The amber of his eyes had literally been set ablaze and each stare threatened to consume me. "Or what?" I was too used to this emotion to back down now. The world would be wrath at my existence for all of time but I only had this moment to pour out myself. "Sabrina" again his call was almost as silent as a whisper but his eyes were a good depiction of the flames of hell. "Yes lord" I cherished the slight change in his demeanor and shattered it the next instant "Or should I say mate The Pale moon pack was surrounded by trees but I was certain that someone in the woods must have heard me. I would like to see Dante's reaction when they came close. I would like to hear his response to their talks about my claim as his mate. I would like for him to get angry in front of all the werewolves and for Pale moon pack to know the monster they made as their alpha. I was about to yell some more when he grabbed my neck and forced my throat close. I was choking but he did not withdraw his hold. "When I tell you to do something…." his hand was still all over my neck and his lips were inches from my face, I could feel his breath on me. Disgusting!. We had been even closer last night, his lips were on every inch of my skin, his breath was like my air. But last night was gone for him and it surely was for me. "You do it!" I could slowly see him shifting, his hands were becoming claws and were still wrapped around my neck. I was sure of two things happening if this kept up. I could faint or possibly die from the asphyxiation or Dante was going to snap my neck. The latter seemed more probable as his pressure increased. Just when I thought it was over for me and I braced myself for a reunion with my mother, he let go. For a second, I could not believe it, I really thought I was dead. My back had been against the tree trunk so I could not fall to the ground. My eyes were shut and my lungs were choked from withheld breath. Blood was already trickling down my neck, the side he had marked me. In all this time, I did not hear a single sound from the trees or from my mate. The one who had apologized for marking me last night could not say a word when he almost killed me. What exactly was the mark for? A source of both physical and emotional pain for one gender while the other ran free? The bond didn't seem to stop him from almost strangling me to death at a whim and it dared not stop me from hating him for that. But it did. I still loved him. All these thoughts came to a halt when my consciousness reached its limit and I fell once again into darkness. After a futile search for my mother and father and all my other kindred who had been long perished, I thought that I had been condemned to another lifetime of loneliness. I really believed this place to be the afterlife when I remembered the circumstances that led me here. I remembered him. I remembered the fire in his eyes. He was angrier than I had ever seen him. But why? Were my careless words offensive to his ego? Dante always reeked of an arrogant aura but I did not know or could never have guessed that this was the extent of his arrogance. Or was it something else? Earlier, I could feel it too. I had suddenly become more aggressive than my real self could ever be. It was as if my consciousness had been taken over by someone else. By my inner wolf. If that was the same case for Dante then… I suddenly did not want this to be the afterlife anymore. I really needed to apologize. I needed to show him that I was here for him as his mate and a faithful wolf of his pack. I got my prayers answered as my blue eyes began to make out the image of yet another full moon. My body began to stir " She's awake" came a voice "Let's go" was another. Before I could make out who my rescuers were, they had fled which was typical of the wolves of my pack. No one wanted to be seen with me. Before I could take in my surroundings, I heard the assembly howl. In the past, I never heeded this sound and the scars on my body bore the consequences of that but this time around, curiosity welled up within me as I ponder what my mate and alpha had to say So I found myself pulled towards him, again! "Wolves of the Pale moon pack. For a long time, I have been without a mate and this pack has been without a Luna. But now, I'm ready to change all of that as I announce my mate and Luna Pulse raising, heart thumping "Raven Artemis" f**k!
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