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Adrian’s POV

My wolf growled angrily when he saw how unnecessarily deep she made the cut on the palm of her hand, followed by a whimper from him as we both registered a slight degree of her pain in our chest. Since the bond wasn’t fully established without a mark, I could make out a faint part of her emotions.

That’s how I could tell that she was angry at me when I kept calling her a rogue, in addition to trapping her in a corner with my deal instead of letting her leave.

I have to admit; even if to myself only, as annoying as she is with her attitude, indifference, and disrespect for me, she still sparked a flicker of amusement in me.

To a rogue like her who grew up experiencing nothing about the great quality of life that a normal pack has to offer, she wasn’t attracted to it whatsoever. She didn’t care about the title I was offering her, nor about the great improvements that would come with it. There was safety, a place to call home, food, power, title, wealth…. All those things co