Jane
“How dare you bite me when I only wanted to taste you?” he roared, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “How dare you fight me, Jane?”
I had no fear. Fear had died in me long ago, killed by his daily injections of wolfsbane and endless torture. Now he wanted something worse from me.
“What gives you the right to touch me?” I snarled back, my voice hoarse but steady. “You’re nothing but a monster.”
His eyes flashed with anger. “Have you forgotten who I am, little mate?” He stepped closer, and I could smell the cruelty on him. “I’m your mate. That gives me every right to touch what belongs to me. You are mine, and soon you’ll be moaning beneath me. I’ll take you in every way I want. I don’t care whether you accept me or not.”
The words made my stomach turn. This man—this Alpha Kin
