Werewolves long for the day they meet their mates. For Zane and Alessandra that's not the case. Zane is in love with Alessandra's sister and Alessandra isn't looking for love. Can these stubborn wolves resist the mate bond?
They might deny the bond...
"The world changes from year to year, our lives from day to day, but the love and memory of you shall never pass away."
Italy 1468
ROSANNA BELLUCCI
I watch as another female left the Alpha's chambers. Alpha Lorenzo had made me move into his living quarters in the west wing of the packhouse and this was now a daily occurrence.
Clearly this was a form of torture because he would bring other females into his room and bed them. Their moans could be heard throughout the west wing. It was so bad that the maids would look at me with pity.
Stupid, arrogant alpha. Who does he think he is? He can't just bring me here after finding out I'm his mate and then proceed to ignore me. I had my suspicions that he already knew I was his mate beforehand. He didn't seem surprised that day in the courtyard to see me.
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The Alpha steps out of his room. His eyes pierce me as he wears a smirk on his face. He walks over to me in a couple of strides and pushes me against the wall.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
The nerve of this male!
His hands grasp my hips as he pushes his hips into me. I can feel his erection against me. Didn't he just have sex?
"I'm not quite satisfied, why don't you help me out amore?"
His hips move against mine, creating friction. I regret wearing my nightdress now, if I had my regular one on I wouldn't be able to feel him through the thick fabric of it.
My neck falls back against the wall as I start panting.
"Alpha..."
"My name is Lorenzo," he growls.
He hooks my legs around his hips and lifts my dress so it bunches at my hips. My undergarments are ripped off. He sniffs the air and whatever he smells he doesn't like because his eyes hold anger.
His hand wraps around my throat as he pushes me against the wall with more force.
"You're not pure amore."
Was he serious? I'm nearly 39 years old. A 39-year-old wolf being a virgin was practically unheard of. We have high libidos, was I supposed to just wait around?
"Neither are you." He growls at my response, his canines extending.
"I'm going to fuck you and coat your insides with so much semen that it will erase the mark of whoever has been inside of you."
