Make love to her

Emelda sat on the bare ground in her cell, her legs turned up and her head placed on top of them. Hot tears ran down her cheeks as she cried. The tears were painful and each tear tore at her like turbulence. A thousand questions plagued her head.

Why did her mother give her so many powers if she couldn’t use them to save herself from these men? What was she supposed to do with the powers then?

And the audacity? Oh, the audacity tore at her heart. How dare he, Darius challenge her? She thought about the look on his face as he mated with her, she had wanted to smack his face immediately. What arrant nonsense. She couldn’t be his bride even in a thousand years, that was the worst possible thing that Emelda could think of. She hated the young alpha, loathed him. To her, he wasn’t even an Alpha, at least not technically since the pack answered to his father, Cyrus. He was a mini alpha. But he carried such pride and arrogance as if he did the earth a favor