Page 7 of Alpha's Unwilling Mate

I tried to remind myself of what she’d suffered at the loss of her brother and that her words weren’t meant to strike me like physical blows. My wolf wasn’t listening though. All it knew was she was denying us, planning to leave us, and there was no way that was happening.

I leaned down until we were nose-to-nose. “You…will…not…walk away from me.”

“Watch me,” she snarled again and took off toward the door.

“Raina.” My voice was soft in direct opposition to the tightly leashed force inside me.

She glanced over her shoulder warily, pausing with one hand pressed toward the exit.

“If you run, I’ll chase you. I’ll hunt you, and my wolf won’t be satisfied until I’m buried balls-deep in your tight cunt. So choose your next move carefully.”

She stared at me, her pink tongue flicking out to slick over her lips. It reminded me that I still hadn’t tasted her and marked her as mine. I planned to fuck her so much in the next twenty-four hours that my scent would cover her inside and out. I watched her like the hunter I was. I wanted her for the strong woman she was, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be my prey if that was the choice she made. God help me, I wanted her to run just so I could let out the beast inside me.

I was so attuned to her I felt the exact moment her body tensed in preparation to flee. One moment, she was there; the next, there was nothing but the slamming of the door. I ripped my shirt over my head, kicking off my shoes as I followed. I left my jeans by the door, already in mid-shift as I exited. The balmy night was ripe with a breeze that carried her scent to me. Throwing back my head, I howled a warning to any who might dare to interfere then set out to claim what was mine.

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