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Amanda froze as the Latharian’s lips crashed down over hers, trying to pry them apart. Violently, she yanked her face away, twisting to try and get away from him, but he was too strong for her.
“Behave, female,” he hissed, his grip in her hair tightening until she gasped in pain. “You’ll do as you’re told, when you’re told… like a good mate should.”
“I’m not your mate,” she gasped, her words swallowed by a cry of pain as he shook her.
“Silence! You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you. I am the chosen of Ursal-Kai… look!” He lifted his arm and shoved it in front of her. There was some kind of design on the inside of his forearm but not a tattoo or anything. It looked like it had been branded into his skin.
“I belong to Fenriis,” she argued, her feminist principles taking a back s
