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“You marked Alexander. You chose him, and I hated you for it.” Dylan’s voice shook with emotion as he spoke. “But since that day I’ve come to realize that I hate the thought of losing you even more.”

“Dylan.”

I couldn’t read the emotion in Eleanor’s voice or the expression on her face.

All I could feel was an all-consuming rage that was a perfect blend of my emotions and the monster’s.

“I don’t think I can give up on you, Eleanor.” Dylan’s voice was rough with desire. Desire formy mate. “I don’t want to give up on you.”

I didn’t remember walking up to Dylan, but I must have because one minute, I was at the other side of the bonfire, and the next I was pulling Eleanor out of Dylan’s grasp.

I’d thought if I pushed Eleanor far enough, I could avoid this. But what if it was already too late? What if I already…

“This dance is over.”

CHAPTER 8

ELEANOR

Ientered my room and tried to slam the door behind me, but Alexander was faster, his hand reaching out to keep the door open.

My anger sparked to life.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I snarled.

It wasn’t until I’d taken Dylan’s hand that I noticed the looks the pack members were giving me that I’d remembered the first dance was supposed to be between the alpha and the luna.

I’d gone along with the dance. A rejection and the ensuing argument would make the scene even weirder. But absolutely nothing could’ve prepared me for Dylan’s words or Alexander’s volatile response.

Alexander ignored my protest and walked into my room like he owned it.

Technically, he did, but that wasn’t the point.

“For someone who claims he doesn’t want me, you’re acting like a territorial asshole,” I ground out, but Alexander kept walking.

Towardme.

His pupils were so dilated that his eyes looked completely black as he closed the distance between us. I wasn’t sure if I was facing Alexander or his wolf.

I wasn’t doing this. I knew the moment Alexander touched me, it was game over. The mate bond would take over, and all my anger would give way to unreasonable desire.

How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want you around before you get it? Or are you so desperate for any attention that you simply don’t care?

Alexander’s words from a few days ago still stung.

Desperate foranyattention? Really?

With his father’s condition deteriorating, I’d been worried about him. I should have known better.

I wouldn’t let him touch me now, no matter what.

I tried to get around Alexander, but my room had only one exit…into his room. And Alexander was standing right in my way.

Thinking fast, I jumped onto my bed, hoping to bypass him and head straight into his room, but he was faster.

One minute, I was moving across my bed; the next, Alexander tackled me.

His hands pressed down on the bed on either side of me, bracing himself above me and caging me in.

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