Claimed by The Alphas
“After today, it’ll all be over. The pack will fall, just like I planned. And once I’ve marked you—once you're mine, completely—nothing else will matter.”
Her stomach rolled.
“You think marking me against my will makes me yours?” she spat, voice raw. “You think taking me makes you Alpha?”
James didn’t flinch.
“No,” he said calmly. “But it makes you mine. Your soul, your body—everything. The pack will follow. They always do.”
She stared at him, revulsion rising in her throat like bile. “You’re delusional.”
He stood, moving slowly to the foot of the bed. “Maybe. But I always finish what I start.”
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