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MAGNUS POV

"I told you," I growl, my golden alpha eyes flashing right into his face.

I press Stevens hard against the metal wall of the elevator. My big hand rests around his bare neck, his pulse ticking super fast under my thumb.

"You can look at other male wolves. You can have your silly crushes. But I never said you could let another man put his dirty hands on your body."

Stevens shakes all over. His legs go completely soft under him, and his breath comes in tiny gasps. My inner wolf goes wild at his scent. He smells completely sweet, like a young wolf ready to be claimed by his Alpha. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin right through his thin clothes.

"I will make sure you remember your place after tonight," I whisper against his hot cheek.

The gold elevator moves up smoothly to the top floor of the Moonrest Royal Lodge. Stevens looks up at me with big, wet eyes. "Where are we going, Alpha Magnus?"

My hand slides down his neck, my fingers brushing over his bare collarbone and tracing the smooth lines of his chest. He shivers hard, letting out a soft sound that makes my wolf want to bite him right now.

I let out a dark, quiet laugh. "To the royal presidential suite, of course. If you want to feel like a real male wolf so bad, young wolf, I will show you exactly how an Alpha takes what belongs to him."

His heart hammers hard against his ribs. He looks scared, but his body is leaning right into my chest, wanting my touch.

"I do not understand," he whispers, his voice sounding super small. "You never wanted to touch me like this before."

I grip his chin, tilting his head back so he has to look at my face. "You understand nothing, little wolf. I have wanted you since the first moment you came to my pack. But unlike that weak dog downstairs, I know how to control my wolf."

The elevator dings loudly, and the doors slide open.

I do not wait for him to walk. In one big move, I bend down and hoist Stevens right over my massive shoulder. He lets out a loud squeak of surprise as the world upside down.

"Magnus! Put me down right now!" his small fists beat against my back, but his hits feel like nothing against my hard muscles.

I can feel his chest pressing tight against my shirt, his hard nipples digging right into my back. A hot bolt of electricity hits my groin, making my length tighten instantly with pure need. I walk straight down the hallway, carrying him like a prize I just won in a warrior trial. I slide the black card into the door, and it opens with a loud click.

"I mean it! This is crazy! You cannot just do this!" he yells, kicking his legs in the air.

I carry him into the massive living area. The room has giant windows showing all the bright lights of Blood Moon City. There are white leather chairs and fresh flowers everywhere, and a big door leads right to the master bedroom with a huge royal bed. This room was supposed to be his secret meeting place with Noah tonight. The thought makes my blood boil with pure alpha rage.

I kick the heavy door shut behind us, the sound echoing through the big space. I toss Stevens down onto the white leather couch. He lands with a soft thud, his fine crimson shirt riding up his stomach, his hair falling wild around his flushed face. He looks beautiful, angry, and completely mine.

"It is too late to complain now, Stevens," I growl, walking over to the counter to pour a strong drink. "In the Silverclaw Kingdom, going behind your Alpha's back means total punishment."

His eyes get very wide, real fear moving in his face. Good. He needs to know who rules this territory.

"I did not betray you," he whispers, his voice shaking. "I was going to leave. I swear, Alpha. I thought he just wanted to talk and have food, but when I saw what he really wanted, I wanted to go home. He would not let me go."

I slam my glass down so hard the thick crystal cracks into pieces. Red blood starts to drip from a fresh cut on my palm, right next to the old scar I got eight years ago when Helge died. That scar reminds me every day what happens when you trust the wrong wolf. I swore I would never go easy on a liar again, even if it is my own sweet mate.

"Is that what you tell your inner wolf?" I walk toward him, blood dripping from my knuckles. “You were half-naked with him. You let him hold your hip. Do not insult my intelligence, boy.”

He bites his lips tight, his hands trembling with panic. He is terrified of me, but that fear makes my wolf want to claim him and protect him all at the same time. I unbutton my sleeves, rolling them up slowly so he can see my big arms. I want him to know the absolute power of the Alpha.

I step forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him up off the couch. His small bones feel tiny in my grip, but he does not pull away. He just stares at me, trembling and beautiful.

I drag him down the short hallway and throw him onto the huge royal bed. He bounces against the thick white blankets, his clothes twisting around his waist. The sight makes my body ache with need.

"You cannot just take what you want!" he screams, his hair wild around his face.

I crawl on top of him in one second, pinning his wrists flat over his head with one hand. My bleeding palm leaves a red mark on his skin, branding him as mine. I lower my face until our noses touch. "I can, and I will. You want to see what a real Alpha does to his mate? You have my full attention now, little wolf. Let's start."

His breath comes in hot little gasps. His thighs press tight together, his hips moving under my heavy weight. In the dim light from the city, I can see his chest heaving fast. I put my free hand on his neck, my thumb pressing right under his jaw to feel his heartbeat. It feels like a trapped bird.

I lean down, my lips brushing his ear. "Tonight, I am taking your innocence. Your royal blood is going to mark my hands, soaking into my skin forever."

My mouth crashes down on his lips, brutal and heavy. The sweet taste of him fuels the fire that has been burning in my chest for five long years. I have waited and watched, and now I am claiming my property. His body shakes under me, a mix of fear and deep lust that makes my wolf grow harder.

I strip his clothes off piece by piece, my hands rough and fast. His fine shirt rips easily under my fingers and falls to the floor. His bare stomach is completely smooth, slender, and perfect. I can smell his fertile scent rising off his skin like a sweet forest flower.

He lets out a small whimper, his eyes wide with shock. "Magnus, please... please do not..."

His voice sounds like a prayer, begging for more. I cannot stop myself. My fingers trail down his spine, making his whole body shudder. He is wearing nothing now, completely bare to my eyes, and his inner wolf is already yielding to mine.

I hold his arms down tight. My tongue brushes his bare chest, making him shake hard under my weight. "For years, you were the one thing I told myself I could not touch. The one sweet fruit I could not bite. But my hunger for you is too strong. Tonight, I will not stop until I am buried deep inside you."

Stevens looks totally shocked, but he stops fighting me.

He moans out loud as I bite and suck on his chest, marking his skin a deep pink color. His body twists as my hands grip his hips, marveling at how perfect he fits under me. "Magnus!"

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