Page 37 of Immortal Burden

My whole body froze as he streamed his silver magic at me, millions of sparks encircling me all over. He had me suspended in mid-air.

A pressure built, real intense, burning into muscle and bone.

I snarled as my claws retracted against my will, fucking painfully.

The hair that had sprouted over sixty percent of my body receded back beneath my skin, like it did when I returned to my human form. The only difference was, it wasn’t at my wish.

The bones that’d morphed and elongated to accommodate the form of my huge white wolf, snapped violently, breaking one after the other in rapid succession.

I bellowed out into the room, suspended in agony as the sadistic bastard did what should be impossible, even for the strongest magic-wielder. You could kickstart a shift, give it a little encouragement, but to force back a shift, especially that of an Alpha, was absolutely shocking. And horrifically fucking painful to boot.

His suspension spell lifted and I hit the floor hard, barely registering the added pain of the impact, because I’d already reached a level of agony I hadn’t even known existed.

I writhed on the floor, dripping with sweat, panting, my heartrate escalating every passing second to a dangerous level.

With my weakening, blurry vision, I was just about able to make out the bastard standing over me, his magic now retracted, his hands by his sides.

He knelt down and told me in a dangerously low voice, “She is lost to you. Do not seek her out. Let this go.”

It was the last thing I heard before I passed out cold.

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~Mia~

Stoic. Secretive. Puppet master.

Wearily, I opened my eyes, finding myself straining just to do so.

“Urgh,” I uttered, forcing myself up into a sitting position in bed.

I looked around, my head swimming as I did.

I was in my own four-poster bed in the master bedroom of my palatial estate that was located far away from everyone and everything.

And I had absolutely no memory of coming back here.

That meant only one thing in my world.

Magical interference.

I clutched my head, fighting to concentrate through the awful fog that plagued me.

“Alphas don’t know soft and easy. We take, dominate and fucking well devour.”

I pushed harder to grab onto the bits and pieces of what appeared to be recent memories.

His hands moved to my ass, taking a possessive hold. Jerking me even closer, he rolled his hips, grinding my pussy against his rock-hard cock. I groaned at the delectable sensations, the searing friction, relaxing in his hold, my body surrendering to his.

Struggling to piece them together, I delved deeper.

The bedroom door exploded open in a hail of silver light. My father swept into the room, the obvious aggression rolling off him causing Jaxon to react and roar furiously.

“Go, Mia!”

“I… what are you—”

“Leave immediately!”

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