It felt like claws inside her head, grazing against her mind, teasing and taunting before they would plunge in to rip her apart and take control. The back of her eyes throbbed and ached. She knew this feeling; she learnt about it growing up, but never witnessed it being used before.
She’d never felt it. No Alpha would dare use it if they respected their own people, not unless the situation demanded it.
It was abrupt. Painful. Aggressive.
An assault against free will.
“It-It’s not possible,” she whimpered, rubbing her head. “He’s not… He can’t…”
She felt sick in the pit of her stomach. He was in her head; she could feel it, but with no access to her wolf, it wasn’t hitting her like it was her mates.
The Alpha’s Roar.
Hadeon, the abomination werewolf, had stolen enough power fro
