DEARIL

DEARIL POV

She dared try to run from us and now she was pointing a gun to our head, a cocky look on her pretty face that had my wolf snarling.

I'd listened to her try to get away, my wolf pushing for me to go after her, but I wanted the thrill of the chase, I wanted her to think that she could get away from me, from us, when in reality she couldn't. I'd taken her for myself, and I was going to keep her come rain or shine, and if she ever tried to leave again, well then, I'd have to introduce her to the darker side of me.

Jade stared at me challengingly, her gaze unwavering and her hold on the gun straight and steady. She was cute to think that the gun was a threat to me but I would humor her.

"Drop the toy Jade" I ordered, giving her a chance to redeem herself, but instead, with a little sneer of defiance, she tightened her grip on the trigger.

"How about you crawl back into your little hole like the mutt you are, Dearil".

Her mouth was filthy. No one spoke to an Alpha that way and