Chapter 3
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I look up at him, feeling terror overtake my body. He reaches up to my face and grips my jaw. "You are mine."
Before I can do anything he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a bruising kiss. I try to push him off but that only seemed to spur him on.
Tears slip down my cheeks as he pries my mouth open with his to deepen the kiss. He pulls back and smirks before pushing me away.
"Now go to bed. We have a lot of preparations for our union that needs to be done in 2 weeks."
I quickly stand and rush to my room. I lock the door before collapsing on my bed and releasing the sobs that had been building in my chest.
Would it even be worth it to run away at this point? He would just hunt me down.
I had just cried myself to sleep when I am woken by someone banging on my door. I nervously unlock it before stepping back. The door flies open and one of Damien's goons barges inside.
"Stupid girl." My head snaps to the side and tears slip down my cheeks as I feel the sting of his backhand across my cheek. "Be sure that Damien will hear of your insolence and he will do more than slap your cheek. Let's go."
He grabs my upper arm with a bruising grip, pulling me out of my room. "Where are we going?"
"For your wedding dress fitting."
I shrink away, unable to escape his grip. He squeezes tighter when he feels me pulling away, "Don't even think about it little girl."
We head towards one of the cottages that surround the pack house where families and elders live.
My hands are shaking as the elderly woman takes my measurements. I need to think of something to postpone this wedding as much as possible. Something I haven't used against him yet.
Damien's goon is staring at me the entire time and I'm sure if he weren't scared of Damien's wrath, he would have done more than slap me by now.
The woman finishes her measurements and starts holding different fabrics up against me, determining which one she will make the dress out of.
I can't stop the tear that slides down my cheek as the fear that has taken over my body peaks.
"Oh sweetheart, no need to cry. Save your happy tears for your wedding day. You're going to look so beautiful for the Alpha."
I close my eyes to prevent the sob from escaping. I get through the rest of the fitting and when we make it outside I make a bee-line for the forest.
Damien's goon grabs my arm before I can make it more than a few steps. "And where do you think you're going?"
"For a run. I'm not running away. Where would I go that he couldn't find me? I'm stuck here and we both know it." I meet his harsh gaze, willing him to back down.
I let out a breath of relief when he does. "I'll be back by nightfall."
I turn back towards the forest and make a run for it, tears sliding down my cheeks. I shift into my wolf and push myself as hard as I can.
When I make it to the clearing I'm panting heavily. The gorgeous man looks up, a look of surprise on his face. Why couldn't this man be the one I'm marrying?
Hold on. What was that thought? Sure he's gorgeous and I feel a weird connection with him, but he's human. It could never work.
Another wave of sadness overwhelms me, causing me to whimper. Why couldn't I be human? I love being a wolf but is it worth it to be trapped?
I don't realize the man has gotten closer until he's kneeling in front of me. I look at him warily, unsure of what he was going to do.
He holds his hands up so I can see them before his hand reaches forward. He touches my fur and I can't explain the feeling that overcomes me. Everywhere his skin touches me I feel electricity.
I'm sure even my wolf face has shock written all over it. He gives me this dazzling smile and my heart starts to pound in my head.
"I was hoping it was you Aiyana."
I blink at him, confusion fogging my brain. Who is this man? And how does he know who I am?
My heart starts pounding harder and my breath speeds up uncontrollably. I only have time to register that I'm having a panic attack before my vision goes black.
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