Page 92 of Enzo

“I don’t care if the human God himself comes down and walks me down the aisle to you, I’m not doing this.”

“You wanna’ bet?”

For a moment, we remain in a silent stare off. We’re both waiting for the other to give in first. When I realize the wolf isn’t going to cave, I shake my head.

“This is absurd, Beta…”

“Enzo.”

“What?”

“I am your mate. You will call me Enzo.”

I scoff. “I’m not calling you shit. This is insane.”

“This,” he says, stepping forward. “Is what you wanted, right? This was your plan. Isn’t that why you climbed on top of my cock last night, like your life depended on it?”

Guilt eats at me. Even though I had no idea what the perfume would do, this is kind of my fault. If that perfume hadn’t been involved, the wolf wouldn’t have taken it there with me. He has a right to think that I tricked him.

“No need to let guilt eat at you now, mate.” He spits out the title as if it’s garbage.

I lock down my thoughts, glaring back at him.

“First rule, stay out of my fucking head.”

“It comes with the territory,” he mocks. “Did you not read the wolf manual before you tricked me into this sham of a union?”

“Tricked?” I scoff.

“That’s what I said.”

“You didn’t seem all that tricked when your face was buried in my pussy demanding I give you what you craved.”

Before he could say anything else, Marley steps into the room.

“Just a reminder, there is a seventeen-year-old in this house with you that doesn’t want to hear about her sister’s snatch being eaten. So, if you two could—”

“Go to your room,” I fuss.

“Don’t yell at her,” he growls.

This is the second time he’s come to her defense. However, he’s right. I can’t take out my frustrations on her.

Taking a deep breath, I try to reel in my aggravation and annoyance.

“Can you give us a minute, Marley?”

She nods before backing out of the room and closing the door behind her. I place my attention back on the seething wolf in front of me.

“You don’t want to be in this bond. Let’s just focus on figuring out a way to break it. Then we can both be happy.”

“Not going to happen.”

“Why?” I ask through clenched teeth. “Why are you so hell bent on staying in this thing?”

His face softens, and his shoulders relax. “Because first, the moon goddess blessed our union. And I know you vampires don’t believe in gods, but we do. And second, you did this for a reason. I want to know why. So no, I’m not breaking this bond.”

He walks past me out of my bedroom. I’m left standing in the middle of my floor, wondering what the hell I’m going to do. Even though I can’t feel the connection to Markis as clearly as I used to, there is an echo of him that remains. Right now, that echo feels like a furnace from his anger being so hot.

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