Never Submit to My Mate

I woke up promptly at 6 a.m. At that moment, there was no period of disorientation or confusion about where I was. Sleeping and waking to me was like the flick of a light switch. I could go on or off at a moment's notice. It was the way I had been trained. No one could ever have a hope of launching a surprise attack against me.Moving sinuously, I slid out of bed and with sure fingers made my disarranged bed. That was another thing about me. I always left order in my wake, cleaning up after myself all the time. An orderly mode of existence always spoke of an orderly mind; that was my mantra. Stepping quickly into the shower, I took a quick bath. I had a job to do this morning, so I pulled on my favorite articles of clothing; tightly fitting black trousers, a black shirt, and black sneakers. My auburn hair had already been cut short ages ago. It lay across the nape of my neck. Winding a piece of rubber band across my fingers, I fastened my hair together, getting the runaway strands ou

There was a suspense-filled moment when he looked so mad that I thought he would slap me. His grip around my throat tightened painfully for a second. His hand inched to my face in an attempt to take off my mask. I clawed at his hands. "Let go." I managed to choke out.His grip loosened immediately. I sat up and took huge gulps of air."Get up," he ordered.A feral growl escaped from my lips."You think you're tough, don't you?" he said, conversationally. "I suppose you know who I am. Is there any other pack you could run to that would be entirely free from my influence?" He squatted in front of me. "Face it, you can't escape." His tone hardened. "Now, get up, we are going back to back.""I am not going anywhere with you."He gave me a cold bitter smile. His fingers twisted themselves in my shirt as he forcibly pulled me up. I struggled in his grip. He held me tightly by the arm."You have two choices. It is either you follow me quietly or I make you. Actually, now I am really thinki

"My Luna will not walk into my house on her own feet for the first time. I will carry you in," he informed me. I yelled in protest, but it was useless. He didn't put me down. In his arms I struggled. Hooking my fingers into claws, I scratched his back until we got inside the house. He didn't flinch. Rather, he seemed to enjoy my struggles. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes scanned the whole mansion. Gigantic and classic were the words that came to mind. It was way bigger than the pack house back at home. Maids bustled through the mansion, some bowing as they passed the Alpha. The house had a homely and cozy feeling to it and as I stared at the paintings that adorned the walls of his house, I noticed we had stopped moving. "Do you still want to remain in my arms?" His deep baritone voice interrupted my thoughts and I clamped my lips shut, cussing at myself inwardly. "Not that I mind though, but a few seconds ago, you seemed to want nothing but to get away from me." I glare

The Omega's eyes met mine, but she hastily dropped them. I gritted my teeth and urged myself to go even faster. I could bet that this whole lunch thing was Dante's idea. Taking me from my home down to his to make me witness his debauchery, then ordering me to have lunch like I was a little girl. I was used to doing things how I wanted and when I wanted, not having suggestions or orders thrown at me. If Dante and his pack thought that I would change who I was just because they had me with them, then they had another thing coming. I ignored her, hoping she would go away. I could feel the anger I had felt building since yesterday taking over me. Exercising this afternoon had not done much to quell the bloodlust I felt and I was this close to losing it. "Beta Allison," she said in a pleading tone and curtsied. "I- I don't know if you heard me, but I said lunch was ready and I am sure you may want-" "Go away. I don't want to eat. If I did, I would go to the kitchen and request for food

Dante's POV "What's it going to be, Allison?" I asked, watching her every move. Allison hesitated, her gaze drifting towards the dagger safely put away in my pocket and the door which was her only means of escape. I had made the threat about not returning the dagger because, in the brief moment, I had asked her about how she came in possession of it, something in her face had changed. She was a really tough girl, but I could tell that the dagger had a sentimental value. It annoyed me that I had not had a glimpse of her face. I could not tell what she was thinking or feeling, her face half hidden behind that mask. Her expressive green eyes were all the indications I had of her emotions so far. More than anything else, I wanted to know all there was about Allison. The reasons for her actions, her motivations, and her drive kept me wondering- trying to figure out the enigma that was Allison. Shifting slightly, careful not to make any sudden movements, I stood in front of the door, ef