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Callum POV
***earlier***
The door to my office slams open and Gavin walks in leisurely, a silly smirk on his face.
He has something he wants to taunt me with but f*cking taking time to spill it to get on my nerves. He knows I hate that and the bastard is taking advantage of that.
" It's either you spit it or f*cking get lost, dumb*ss." I curse and he chuckles.
" Guess who I just met?" He asks, his brows wagging in that annoying way.
" I have no time for games, Gavin."
" What if I said I've seen the future Mrs. Callum Black?"
I raise my head from the files I was going through, my brows drawn in a frown.
" What the hell are you talking about?" I am not understanding s**t.
" Your little betrothed from the midnight pack. I have to say, she is nothing compared to what the rumors say about her." Gavin smirks. " If asked, I'd say that bastard Noah fooled us and delivered the wrong package." Gavin adds. His words make me arch my brows.
That sounds interesting and death inviting too.
Being stuck dealing with pack members and a looming witch attack on my pack, the last thing I cared about is a mate.
My head warrior, Leon, was tasked with picking up my new bride as they call her. I never care about such matters because I always send them away days after staying around.
My actions have earned me the reputation of being a blood crazed Alpha or what others would call a monster. Actually, I don't care about that. If anything, I prefer them dreading me. That however doesn't stop some daring or should I call them stupid alphas like that bastard Noah from sending their daughters for peace negotiations.
" The wrong package?" I muse, " then I might just have to go and welcome my new mate." I add, standing from my chair and heading to the door.
" Are yóu serious?" Gavin asks teasingly from behind me ànd I halt.
" Do I look like I am playing with you?" I roll my eyes. " I need tó know whether Noah is courageous or just stupid." I walk away before Gavin can say another word.
***
Heading straight to the room where all my new brides lodge temporarily, I push the door open without knocking.
I see her turn around, shocked. Or perhaps more than that. Her eyes go wide and fear registers on her face.
That's not new to me, I always have a way of scaring the s**t out of them and strangely tonight, I wasn't using any of that so why the reaction.
I can smell her fear. It permeates throughout the room and strangely, Hunter, my beast stirs inside me.
That's odd!
Her clear Hazel eyes regard me for a moment before she jolts up from bed, head bowed.
" Alpha." Her voice is above a whisper, something I would have missed if I wasn't receptive.
" So you are the one Alpha Noah sent?" I ask with a plain voice,stalking towards her.
I make sure to keep my gaze on her, something I purposely do to make her uncomfortable. You see, I can be a prick when I want to.
' You are always a prick." Hunter growls in my head and for the second time, I get Hunter to talk to me.
Attributing that to the lack of sedatives recently, I try to ignore him. You see, I always keep Hunter sedated and locked away. Everytime I let him loose, a blood bath follows just like it happened that day.
I shake my head to rid that memory off my mind.
" Yes, my Alpha." She replies softly.
She is respectful, I have to give her that although that makes her suspicious too.
Before I accepted Alpha Noah's offer for a betrothal, I did get to see all the information about the supposed daughter. Sassy, confident and daring. Maybe that's why I agreed immediately. Those things set her apart from all the other betrothals I had received but looking at the trembling woman before me, I can agree with Gavin's conclusion.
" What's your name?" I ask, standing impossibly close to her that I can smell her scent.
It's alluring. Lavender with a touch of lemons. It's refreshing. Hunter purrs.
She whispers a name,a hint of tremble in her voice.
" Are you sure?" I raise my brow.
She nods, earning a glare from me.
" Words, woman. I don't need you using such gestures as if you are mute or I am deaf." I growl, annoyed.
She jumps and I can feel her heart rate increase.
" Megan, My Alpha." She replies and damn, I would swear she was seducing me if it wasn't the raw emotions blanketing the room.
What's even more strange is my wolf clawing at me for control.
A step further and she collides with the bed, landing on it with a thud.
" Do you know why you are here, Megan?" More than ever, I am convinced that the woman before me is a fake. But I am gonna have some fun playing along. Looking at her all scared reminds me of a little bird, my bird that I'll enjoy watching while she sings for me.
Her eyes shoot straight to my face and she swallows, nervously.
" Yes, Alpha!"
" Why?"
" To be your mate and Luna,Alpha." She says, her voice shaking.
" Wrong." I shake my head, my hand moving forward to lift her chin.
" Your sole reason is to satisfy me. To please me. To humor me. If I say jump, you don't object or hesitate, just ask how high " I whisper the words maliciously to her ears. I watch with satisfaction as she shudders.
" Now get your ass up that bed and strip. Remember, your performance tonight determines whether you get to live to see the sun tomorrow."
" What??" She looks at me horrified, her lips parting slightly.
" Are you f*****g dumb, Megan? Get. Your. Ass. Up. That. Bed. And. Strip."
I enunciate every word slowly, a small smirk on my face.
Her mouth moves but no sound comes out. Her hand fumble to the edge of the dress, lifting it up but I stop her.
" Not like that. Give me a good show." I command like the prick I am. Hunter growls in my mind but I ignore him.
With all the workload ànd the witches’ s**t, I guess enjoying myself isn't that much of a crime, right?
Tears glisten in her eyes and she looks at me like a deer in the headlight.
“ What? You don't want to?" I ask, my predatory gaze hardening.
“ I- can't." She stutters, making me click.
“ You can't? But I hear you do well in strip clubs and every male wolf out there wants a taste of you." I casually comment and watch as shock invades her éyes.
Of course that's something the real Megan does. She is not Megan but since she agreed to play the role, she might as well play the part.
I am going to torment her, slowly break her until she confesses that she isn't who she pretends to be. I am going to enjoy every moment of it, just like I'll enjoy the punishment I'll dish on her and her f*****g pack for thinking they can take me for a fool.
“ If you disappoint me, not only you will suffer, your father's pack will too. So think, Megan and make your choice.
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