Chapter Four
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Ralia's POV.
How was Alpha Artik of all people, my mate?
Couldn't the moon goddess have found any other person? And why was death a consequence if I refused to marry?
Those questions, alongside embarrassment, engulfed my mind whenever I recalled how my body had reacted to him.
The way his muscular frame pinned me to that tree, his nose sniffing my scent that hard turned me on so much that I couldn't even resist him.
It took every source of willpower within me to kick him and run away, because I wasn't sure what was going to happen if I stayed there any longer.
I wouldn't mind if I had this mate bond with someone I actually loved, but sharing this with an arrogant Alpha was just the moon goddess trying to test my patience.
Honestly.
“You sure about this, Alpha?” Nikolai's voice came, blinking me out of my thoughts.
Nikolai was also my childhood best friend who understood me better than anyone else. He could see right through my frustration.
I sighed, “Being a leader means I have to push through with it, whether I like it or not. Let's go, the full moon is about to appear.”
His brows twitched with concern, but he nodded, as I took one more glance at myself.
My red and black hair was falling gracefully by my sides, resting above my cleavage that was pressed tightly in the corset blouse.
My wolf pushed forward, sending spikes of joy through my veins.
“What's there to be happy about?” I asked her but I got no response.
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The atmosphere around the mansion was reeking of the unending roaring of engines, and grunting caused by the lousy biker wolves.
My wolves were busy cleaning the mansion after the marriage and these biker wolves were busy wasting themselves away with unnecessary races!
I stepped out, watching over them from my room's balcony with disgust. Soon, I'll morph them into obedient pack members.
And just then, I perceived a spicy delicious scent in the air. My heart skipped a beat as the scent had my wolf purring.
“So you thought to strike first? Smart,” Artik’s voice came from behind, dripping with annoyance.
I glanced over my shoulders, meeting a muscular figure clad in ripped black jeans and a sleeveless black jacket with a pack tattoo on his biceps–a drawing of the letter B dripping in red ink.
I hadn't even shown him my room, so how did he get here? The little fog of air around his feet answered my question. The f**ker appeared here.
My brows furrowed, “What the hell are you talking about?”
He shook his head, his wolf pushing forward, “You know what I'm talking about!” His voice boomed with rage.
My jaw ticked, irritation surging through me, “If you won't talk about it, then get out!” I fired back, authority booming in my voice.
Artik’s arms puffed by his sides, “Why did you get my men arrested?”
His question was rather surprising, because I was yet to attack.
I glared at him, “Be careful of the accusations you throw at me. Over here, wolves are punished, alpha or not.”
He closed in on the distance between us, invading my space with his scent. My pulse quickened, but I maintained my stance, even though my wolf was hinting at something else.
“I never accuse people without evidence, you arrogant woman.” He gritted out.
I propped a hand on my hips, “Show it to me, and it better be real.” I muttered, knowing how unnecessarily deceptive Alpha Artik can be when it came to “having evidence.”
His eyes stayed locked onto mine, expressing a flicker of restraint while his hand ran through the insides of his jacket, slipping out a brown envelope.
He shoved it in my face and I yanked it away, the sound of heavy breathing audible in the room.
I slipped the contents out of the envelope and shock twisted my insides. I gasped.
The contents were photos of a woman who was the splitting image of me, handcuffing biker wolves and seizing their bikes. In some, they were flogged and tied up before being thrown into a police van.
My hands grew shaky, and I stepped back, confused.
There has never been anyone who looked like me in our world, talk more about in the human world.
So how was this possible? I pressed a hand over my temple as it began throbbing softly from the shock.
Was it perhaps my mother?
I shook my head at the idea. Dad had mentioned her features to me, I was the splitting image of my dad, not her.
Was this a clone?
That didn't sound right either, our pack had a good relationship with the witches.
“You better go cancel whatever arrangements you have with that filthy human police or else I–”
“Shut up and let me think!” I barked.
Artik’s wolf growled, and his hand gripped my throat, and the feel of his cold hands on my neck sent every cell in my body coming alive with sparks. I felt this pull from his touch that had me yearning for more.
He leaned in, his fury morphing into desire, “Don't let me kiss you into submitting to me.”
Those words sounded more filthy than threatening to my ears and I hated the pool of desire brewing in between my thighs.
What the hell was this?
Ugh! I f***king hate my body.
My claws elongated, and I scratched his forearm, freezing it and freeing my neck.
My breath hitched as I brushed past him with the photos still in hand.
There was only one person who could answer these photos.
And that was dad.
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