NARAYAI thought Roger wanted to leave, but he stopped right in front of the door, jammed the lock, slipping my key into his suit pocket.My heart sank into my chest at the look in his eyes. “Roger, please, no!” I said, inching back with nowhere to run to.The colour of his gaze had already morphed into something different. Lust, need, or want.“Your scent,” he said, voice low, peeling out of his suit jacket. “I can't resist it.”“I am not your mate anymore,” I hissed, trying to squeeze out of his grip. “You are married now. Go back to your Luna.”“Melissa is my Luna, not my mate.” He roared, his muzzle buried into my neck, dragging in my scent.His large hands pinned me to a spot.“I lost it when I thought you were missing, Naya.” He growled.“Please, Roger.” Tears slipped down my face as my body trembled beneath him. “Just leave.”But Roger wasn't one to listen. His hand tore through my shirt, leaving me in my underwear. I tried to shield myself, but he pinned my hands above my head
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