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“Fine. Whatever.” Damon stalked over in three pissed-off strides and stopped so close I could feel the heat pouring off his bare chest. Pine. Smoke. That sharp alpha smell that always made my heart do a clumsy, embarrassing somersault. He looked down at me, voice dropping so low it felt like a secret meant just for my ears. “Stop being scared of your own damn wolf. Show me.” “I don’t even know how to make the stupid thing behave,” I muttered, staring at the fast thump-thump in his throat because looking up into his eyes felt like stepping in front of a moving truck.

Because while she said she wasn’t that type of person, I could feel her body shudder with desire as she spoke. As she crossed that line… “I know,” I smirked, my wolf pushing me to pursue her – despite knowing she’d be on the training ground and very much unable to be fucked. “My wolf likes it.” “He--- he likes it?” Gaia echoed in surprise. “That’s--- unusual. For an alpha wolf.” “Is it?” I asked, not really knowing if it was or not. I’d never been shy about sex. I fucked whoever and wherever I felt like it and I never held myself back when I wanted it. But I’d never felt possessive over any of my sex partners before.

Karina followed quietly and so as Luca and her family. “I’ll be taking that, too,” The Silver Pack alpha said as he grabbed for the suitcase his mate was carrying. His hands slightly brushed hers in the process of taking it, making Karrie gasp out of nowhere because of how the sparks felt. She felt her wolf purr and knew he was loving every single bit of it as he flashed her a smirk. She frowned.

Chapter 3: The Alpha's Possession** --- Damon's dark eyes fell on her, and he could feel her trembling beneath his gaze. His eyes never left her until she exited the courtyard. Damon’s smirk was replaced with a grim expression as he turned to his right-hand man, Alfred. "Take her body to my pets in the dungeon," Damon ordered, and Alfred quickly obliged. Alfred, who had served the Alpha as his Beta and right-hand man, wasted no time passing the instructions to the guards. Something told him his Alpha was in a bad mood, and irritating him further was not the wisest choice—unless he had plans of ending up six feet under.

For the past three months, he has been trying his best to cheer me up in one way or the other. Even with his tight and heavy schedule, he always finds time to visit me two or more times a day. Though we'd kissed numerous times, I make sure not to keep up to that strange and unknown feeling that disturbs me. I returned to the table and sat down on the chair in front of it. I switched on the lamp so I could continue from where I stopped where I was reading. I smiled as my gaze landed on the paragraph where I stopped in such an interesting story. It's a werewolf story titled The Alpha's Revenge written by mystic writes. It's available in Goodnovel alone.

Ugh why am I so concerned about someone who has a mate already. We enter her office, and I must say it is not what I expected. I was expecting something really girly. On the contrary it was sophisticated. Soft blue walls with white furniture. What caught my eye was the huge wall-to-wall bookcases, that were wrapped around two walls. One wall of bookcases was nothing but medical books, while the other bookcases were of all things’ Werewolves, our laws, traditions, different types of Werewolves. I am utterly impressed by this little Alpha.

I go to follow her, but Tarus steps in my path. “I don’t care if your mark is on her,” he hisses. “Ruby is my property. She’s mine and I have ownership over her.” My wolf is going nuts inside. He wants to get out and maul this guy. “I was going to let you walk out of here,” I tell him as I rile my wolf up even more. “But that’s not going to happen now. You’re a dead man.” “Do you think you’ll be able to defeat me? You’re dreaming alpha” he says with a sneer.

While I was crawling in the pile of books and parchments, he fed me up with all kinds of rumors, as he's quite the popular wolf, especially with she-wolves. "The reason was the common trope obviously, that dude had some other chick in love with. And he was very much the dominant, criminal type Alpha, so even his pack committee couldn't do anything about that. I heard Alpha Vincent wasn't around the pack that time, he went to visit a foreign country or something. Thus not much action was taken, I heard the chick is neglected by her own pack and that's where new gossips unfold," he sighed. "Nyx, her name, isn't it?" "Yeah," I nodded, as I was listening with concentration.

"Say what now?'' Jessie cut him off. She didn't know that werewolves could live that long. She only thought that vampires did. For a moment, Christian seemed shocked, but the look disappeared just as quickly as it came. "I am the Alpha of a wolf pack. You, my dare Jessica, are mate. Right now, I'm taking you across a border that only werewolves can cross through, to my mansion that is fortunately or unfortunately completely surrounded by an electric fence. Nasty little thing it is, just one zap and you're dead. Assuming that you try to escape. I am going to treat you as a husband should treat their wife, as my equal and life partner. I have a separate room prepared for you, as I'm sure you m

It did seem odd to Everly that she seemed to be making a difference between him and her, even though they were both shifters now—weren’t they? “Does that mean that Jack will have trouble finding me?” Everly asked. “Who?” Margot asked, her eyes wide as she leaned forward and blinked several times. “Jack,” Everly said. “My boyfriend—the next Alpha of the Lichtwolf pack, the one who saved me from becoming a werewolf.” “Oh, no, dear. He shouldn’t have any trouble following you. You’re his mate, aren’t you?” Margot smiled at her, and Everly nodded, feeling the mark on her neck heat slightly at just the thought.