Freya's pov I'm back in London, in that ballroom where everything went wrong.The mating ceremony decorations hang around the room, all white silk and red roses. Pack members fill the space, their eyes hungry as they wait for the ritual that will bind me to Marcus forever."You belong to me, Freya," Marcus's voice echoes from everywhere and nowhere, cold and demanding. "You've always belonged to me."I try to run, but my legs won't move. Try to scream, but no sound comes out. He's getting closer, his obsessive eyes fixed on me."You can't run from what you are," he continues, his voice getting louder. "You can't run from your destiny. You will be my mate, my luna, my possession."His hands reach for me, ice cold and grasping, and I can feel the forced mating bond trying to snap into place, trying to chain me to him forever."Freddie! Freddie, wake up!"I jolt awake with a gasp, my heart hammering so hard I can barely breathe. Tears are streaming down my face, and my whole body is sha
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