Chapter 3

               MIKHAIL’S POV

   Mate. That word always left a bitter taste in my mouth. While most wolves wished for it once turning eighteen. I never wanted to be tied down. I never wanted a mate. But I needed an heir, therefore, the only option that sounded good to me was a breeder. And so, when Rosanne's name had been brought up for an exchange. I took it

In fact, I'd barely given it a thought. She was a means to an end, nothing more. A pawn in my game of power and legacy. And I would use her as such. Besides she was a beauty and from an alpha family.

    

I strode into my mansion, taking off my suit jacket and tie as I handed them over to my waiting butler. I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, my eyes narrowing as I dialed Xavier's phone. 

"How did it go?" I asked, my voice low and even as I climbed up the stairs.

"It's been more than eight hours, brother," Xavier replied, his tone laced with mockery.

I felt a spark of irritation burn within me. "I don't need you to tell me the time," I growled.

Xavier chuckled. "Why don't you go ask her yourself? I've got things to do."

Before I could respond, he ended the call, leaving me with at the dead line.

My gaze drifted down the hallway, my eyes fixing on the door that led to her room. Maybe checking her out wouldn't be so bad. Besides, I had pent-up stress waiting to be released, and what else was she here for?

A slow smile spread across my face as I began to walk towards her room, my footsteps echoing through the silent hallway. 

    

    

I pushed open the door, and my eyes fell upon her. She lay under the covers, her dark hair spread around her face. Even in sleep, she was breathtaking. And for some reason, my wolf responded tto her.

Without thinking, I reached out and brushed my fingers against her face. Her skin felt smooth, like silk, and this only made my desire worse. My wolf stirred again, urging me to claimy her.

    But then she snapped her eyes open, alert, and pushed me away. But I barely moved. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice cracking at the end.

I didn't respond. Instead, I scanned her face, taking in every feature.

"The wedding was 14 hours ago. You missed it, please leave," she said, her voice clearer now, as she turned onto her side, dismissing me.

But I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on her.

She turned back to me, a spark of confusion in her amber eyes. "Get up and strip," I growled, suddenly getting impatient. I wanted her.

  She got up but remained sitting, her eyes locked on mine. "Are you deaf?" I spat, shocked she could defy me.

    

She laughed, a low, husky sound that only made me harder."No, I'm just shocked you weren't taught manners," she fired back, leaving me stunned.

My anger flared. "Strip!" I barked.

She folded her hands, a small smile playing on her lips. "No," she muttered, her eyes filledwith mischief. She was obviously enjoying this. 

Before I could stop myself, I pushed her down, pinning her hands above her head. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but I could feel every ounce of anger and disgust behind it. But never fear. 

Her scent was intoxicating, and I felt my self control slowly fading. I moved my hand down slowly, creeping under her gown, my fingers caressing her upper thigh. She tried to struggle, to get out of my hold, but it hardly made any impact.

"Stop this," she scolded, her voice trembling.

But I didn't stop. My hand found her panties, and I grabbed them, about to tear them off. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with anger and maybe panic.

This only made my lust worst, my cock straining against my zip.

    

As I trailed my hand under her gown, I felt a rush of excitement. My fingers caressed her upper thigh, and I could sense her fear and anger. But I didn't care. I was too far gone.

I found her panties, and a sly smile spread across my face. I gripped them, ready to pull them off, but she told me to stop. I let out a laugh instead. "Who knew you'd be so sexy mad?"

She yelled again, "Stop!! Stop!" but I just looked at her, waiting for her to continue. She seemed to gather her courage, trying to bury her anger and fear. "How about we start all over? We can talk something out. Okay?"

I sneered, my grip on her hand tightening. "No, that should have been done at first." I leaned in, my lips inches from her neck, ready to feast on her skin.

But before I could make any contact, she gave me a sharp headbutt. I moved back, shocked, and before I could react, she kneed me in the balls. I doubled over, gasping in pain, as she finally pushed me away.

I let out a low cry, my face red with anger and humiliation. How dare she? 

I looked up, my vision clouded by a red fog of anger and pain. She stood over me, a pillow clutched in her hand, her eyes blazing with disgust.

"I am an alpha's daughter," she spat, her voice like a slap to my face. "I will not be treated like a rag."

Her words cut deep, but I was beyond reason. I was consumed by my own rage, this bitch just humiliated me.

"You want to sleep in this room so bad?" she sneered, her chest heaving "Go ahead."

She turned to leave, but not before casting me one final, scathing glance. I watched her walk out, my mind seething with fury.

All I could think about was how I was wanted to ruin her, to make her pay.