Page 10 of The Wild Moon
“No,” I said. “I will not. I’d rather be so single my fingers are perma-pruned than ever consider sleeping with you again. Got it?”
Apparently, he didn’t understand. Figures, he wouldn’t know the first thing about making a woman wet. Coming closer, his square face now inches from mine, he spoke again in a completely new tone.
“Submit to me.”
I flinched back at the blatant use of his Alpha command. My wolf whimpered and tried to drag me to my knees as Johnathan worked to overpower us. I’d never been subject to such a focused dose of an Alpha call before, and it nearly worked. My knees were wobbly and made of jelly, practically forcing me to drop into a submissive pose.
The thing is, it didn’t work. Oh, he came close all right, but Johnathan was only the heir to the pack. He wasn’t in command, not yet. He and his jet-black hair, tight clothes, and arrogant wannabe-Alpha mode could take their uppity sense of self-importance and piss off.
When my wolf realized I wasn’t about to submit, she surged back to the surface, absolutelypissedthat our mate would try and force us to submit. Even though she wanted to be with him, it seemed even my other half felt it had to be bychoice. An Alpha shouldneveruse their power over their mate. And so, we did perhaps the second-stupidest thing we could have done.
We attacked.
Chapter Seven
Our jaws went for Johnathan’s neck as we launched our self at him.
My wolf and I were united in our anger, and we slammed into Johnathan, taking him to the ground even as the change came over us again. Our fangs grazed his neck, but before they could penetrate flesh, a fist made of steel slammed into our ribs, flinging us off him.
We yelped in pain, scrambling to our feet, even as Johnathan shredded his clothing and shifted.
Idiot, we thought, charging at him. This wasn’t about playing fair or respecting any honor of the fight. This piece of trash had tried tocommandus to obey him. He didn’t deserve our respect.
So, we slammed into him mid-change, taking him out at the knees. The half-human half-wolf form went to the ground. We found his neck and sunk in our teeth. He froze.
Holy shit.
Somehow, we had beaten him.
Part of us wanted to rip his neck out. To tear great chunks of flesh and watch him bleed to death, ridding us of the Soulbond forever. Setting us free. Permanently. We almost did. Our teeth tightened imperceptibly around his neck.
But that didn’t seem like enough punishment for him. He would never atone for all the pain he had caused us. So, instead, we backed away, shifting back to human form.
I smiled at him as I got to my feet, tugging the sports bra back into place. Somehow it hadn’t shredded during the transformation, and in my rage, I hadn’t even noticed it. I was still nude from the waist down and would have to getmoreclothes from upstairs, but it didn’t matter. Nothing did.
A laugh bubbled up through my lips as I continued to stare smugly at Johnathan. He knew what had just happened, and he knew as well as I did that word of it would never stay between us. The pack would find out, and he would be humiliated. Beaten by a nobody. Some Alphahewas.
“You’re going to regret that,” he snapped.
“No, I’m not,” I said. “You know why? Because you will never see me again. We will never be together. So, it doesn’t matter. I reject you, Johnathan Aldridge. I deny you. Whatever the fuck I have to say. Let it get through your thick skull that I willneverbe your mate. Thatthis,” I pointed back and forth between us, “will never happen.Ever.”
His eyes burned with anger. “You can’t reject a Soulbond,” he said. “It doesn’t work that way.”
“Watch me,” I snarled, feeling stronger than I ever had.
“It will grow stronger,” he said, standing now, the tattered remains of his clothes hanging from his muscular frame.
“Then I’ll grow stronger, too.”
“You’ll come for me eventually.”
I laughed. “You arrogant prick. I’ve never come for you before, and I certainly won’t in the future no matter what meaning you want to interpret. It’s all fake. That would be the only way. I’d fake it like I faked any pleasure we had while dating.”
He shook with fury, but I just didn’t care. I’d beaten him once, and I could do it again.
“You will suffer,” he warned me.
I rolled my eyes. “I suffered while I was with you. I’d rather suffer this way on my own than waste perfectly good batteries trying to satisfy myself for the rest of my life just foryourego. I’m done with you. Now get out.”
