Let me go

XAVIER'S POV

I knew it that she would break at one point. I was done being the nice man. I knew it wouldn't be long before my inner beast took over like it always did, ready to teach her a lesson she'd never forget. The only thing that kept me from ruining her before was now gone.

It was time to ruin her defiance.

I have been punishing her severely, but I had no conscience or guilt whatsoever. Her screams, her pain, none of it mattered to me. And I couldn't help, for the moment, wanting to wipe that damn defiance right off her fierce little face. I wanted her to surrender utterly and completely to me. She needed to know, to understand deep in her bones, that she was mine. The one chosen to be my mate. The bond, however twisted, was real. All I knew was that she was fucking mine. Omega, weak or whatever they could call her what they wanted she was still the only one destined to carry the legacy of my bloodline. The only one my wolf had ever chosen to bear my pups in this cursed pack.

At the sight of her earlier, I minimized her. Reduced her to something insignificant in my mind just to protect my control. But the only thing that shocked me was that she wasn’t what I thought she would be. I always considered omegas to be pitifully weak, trembling creatures. But she wasn’t. She was something else something burning with silent fire. She was the only one who had that kind of defiance in her eyes clear, sharp, unflinching. I ordered her punishment, had her thrown into the cell, tortured her badly, but even then… shockingly, she healed faster than most and still remained steeped in that stubbornness.

"You shouldn't have disobeyed me."

As soon as I saw her try to close the door, I angrily burst it open, the wood slamming back on its hinges as I stormed inside. My aura filled the space like a thundercloud.

"You can't just keep me locked up in here," she snapped, her breathing accelerating, cheeks heating up with pure rage.

Just like I had expected, there was no fear on her face. None. It was pure, fierce anger glowing in her flushed expression and tight posture. Instead of getting pissed off, I found myself grinning in satisfaction. Good. It would be more fun to bring her down to her knees if she was resistant.

"I can and I will. Let me make it clear to you , you will be in here for as long as I want," I hissed out through gritted teeth. The words were sharp, deliberate. At my declaration, she inhaled sharply, her nostrils flaring like an enraged wolf about to lunge.

"I was clear to you that once you obey me, nothing will go wrong." I took a step closer, towering over her, dominance rolling off me in waves.

"And what made you think that I will just obey you just like that, you son of a bitch?" she bit back, voice rich with indignance.

"Don't curse again."

Within moments, I had her pinned shoved against the wall in one swift motion. My hand slammed beside her head while the other held her arm, locking her in place. Acting aggressive wasn't what I wanted. But damn it, she was so annoying, so fucking stubborn.

"Whatever sick plan you have in your head, you get it out. I can't just sit here without a job. LET ME GO, you sicko!" she screamed, her fists pounding against my chest like a wildcat. Her voice was sharp and wild, clawing at my temper.

Watching her fight to get away from my grip, I didn’t respond for a few minutes. I just stared. Watched her with a calm so dangerous it could burn. She still wasn’t afraid of me.

She was really a piece of work. Born for me, whether she liked it or not. She just didn’t know it yet. But she would. Oh, she would. She needed to understand the lengths I could go to make her bend to my will. To make her break then rebuild her in my image. To make her feel everything I gave her… pain and pleasure both. Submission and reward. Control and release.

When I didn’t say anything for a good while, she spoke again, this time more quietly, her voice trembling on the edge of something painful and raw.

"Let me go... I will just stay with my mother and do the chores like my fellow omegas. I have a lot of things on my mind to even think about you as my mate. It's better I remain unmated."

Her voice was soft now. Almost a whisper. But the emotion behind it wasn’t weakness it was hopelessness. I knew that tone well.

"You won't kill me, right?" she asked, her voice deadpanned, eyes flat and guarded. There was nothing but resignation there. It caught me off guard. The innocence. The pain hidden just behind that mask of stone.

She was still unaware that there was no way she was going to get out of this room. No way in hell.

"Stay there," I said coldly.

Ignoring her question, I let her go, stepping back. I peeled off my suit jacket and hung it neatly on the hook. Slowly, deliberately, I strolled back toward her while rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. Each movement was a warning.

Throughout the entire moment, she just watched me. Eyes full of unspoken curses. Then, for the briefest second, her gaze flicked to the door lthen back to me. A calculated move.

I knew what she was up to.

Her eyes glinted with fierce determination, and just like I expected, she made a run for it. Bolted toward the door like a frightened doe.

But she had no chance.

Within a couple of seconds, I was in front of her. My speed unmatched. "Why do you defy me?" I growled, fury bubbling beneath my skin. But she just glared at me with that same fire.

"I'm not yours. Let me go," she hissed, spitting the words like venom.

"YOU'RE MY SURROGATE!" I groaned, my voice a deep rumble of fury before gripping her jaw, forcing her to look me in the eye. I meant every damn word.

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AMBY'S POV

I sucked in my breath sharply when, all of a sudden, he seized my jaw, holding me in place, his other hand pinning mine above my head. His grip was strong—brutal—and I could feel the heat of his breath, the rage crackling off his skin.

"Let go of me, you jerk!" I yelled, my voice filled with desperate anger. I beat against his chest with both fists, but he didn’t budge. Not even a little. His body was like a wall—unyielding.

Without thinking, I brought my knee up and kicked him hard in the shin. He let out a low groan of pain, loosening his hold just enough. I broke free and darted to the far side of the room, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest.

He wasn't going to do as he pleased with me. Not without a fight.

But the second I looked up and saw his eyes—dark, furious, and burning—I froze. He was already moving toward me again. Like a predator. His canines were elongating, his breathing heavier now, darker. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, and I realized I had nowhere left to run.

Fear prickled through me, but I refused to let it show. Not to him. Not to him.

"If you think for one fucking second that you can just steal my life from me, you totally stup—"

He cut me off. Not with words, but with force.

In an instant, he lunged from several feet away and was suddenly in front of me. His hand clamped around my throat again as he pushed me hard against the wall.

"You have crossed the line, Amby," he growled, voice low and terrifying.

My heart stopped.

"Guards, come over and take her to the cells," he shouted.

His voice echoed, and I felt the finality in it. Cold and absolute.

A shiver ran down my spine as heavy footsteps approached.

And I knew then—I was truly trapped.