CHAPTER FORTY SIX: A prisoner, just another possession
♡♡ ARIELA'S P . O. V ♡♡
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Beta Dread's features hardened, that smirk flattening to a tight- lip smile and he leaned into me with a malicious look in his eyes and I took a step back in response,
"Don't you ever use that tone with me, little wolf. I don't need to remind you who you're talking to. Look at you getting all worked up over that Dark Bloods trash, it's amusing actually." He scoffed, a dry, unamused, mocking scoff and continued in his threatening tone.
"I don't f*****g care that he was your mate, you see how I used past tense there- because that's exactly what he is now, past tense. But awww…" I reflexively jerked away when his hand neared my face and he smirked like a satisfied devil. "There, there, sw
