He's possessive. He's dominating. He's the Alpha of the fiercest, bloodiest pack in the world. He's my mate. - - - "You belong to me. Say it," he growled, walking towards me slowly as l backed up. I narrowed my eyes in pure anger. "I'm not a goddamn object in need of ownership, you cocky, arrogant, son of a b-" "I wouldn't finish that sentence, if I were you," he said, his electric blue eyes hardening. "Why? You can't do anything to me," I said bravely, hoping to distract him as my back touched the wall. I had no where else to go. I was trapped. He smirked slowly and I swallowed. He was suddenly in front of me, and caged me in by placing his hands on the wall above my head. "What can I do to you, beautiful Astoria?" he asked huskily, brushing his lips against my neck. "N-nothing." He chuckled lowly, making my stomach flutter. "Oh, I can do so many things to you, sweetheart. The question is, where to start?"

Kaytha wasn't one to beg anybody for her attention and she certainly wasn't going to start begging her mate to give up the girl he wanted to be with to love her instead. She'd rather stab him in the throat than be with him. But what will happen to them as they clash heads and become so stubborn and ignore the bond? Terrible, terrible things will happen.

"Now you listen, little red. You are mine. You belong to me! You are not leaving my side. I have waited too long for you and now that I have you, I'm not letting you slip through my fingers. Understood?" He growled. I smirked. "Over my undead body." *Currently Editing*

I met Jane the first time when I was Six, my parents took me to a park to meet friends of theirs. The playground had two other children, an older boy, around my age and a small girl with golden blonde hair. She was crying as the boy stood laughing holding a doll, my parents stood a distance behind me talking with another couple. I took off running to towared the the kid angry at the site before me. My father always told me to treat every girl with respect, and seeing the boy hurting a little girl just made me angry and I felt the need to protect her. Those actions that day decided my fate and got the attention of a very powerful person. My father said I had made him proud and brought great honor to our family. I was too young to understand what had happened, but I later learned and accepted my fate as I grew up. That day I protected the only child of the head of a ruthless organized crime ring.