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"I want to go home."
"This is where you live now," Marcus said dismissively. He turned back to his desk. "I suggest you get used to that fact."
"And I suggest you get used to the fact that I won't be listening to you," I retorted. "Either let me go home right now or I'll...I'll..."
"You'll do what? Hurt me?" His tone was amused now. "I'm not called the alpha just for show."
"You can't control me." I spoke with confidence. So much that Marcus was taken back for a second before composing himself. He raised an eyebrow.
"We'll see about that."
~
All Emalyn ever wanted was a peaceful life with her mother. Which was borderline impossible when nearly the entire kingdom was made up of werewolves. Now, that itself wouldn't be a problem. The problem was that Emalyn wasn't a werewolf, nor was she human like everyone seemed to believe. All that would have been complicated enough, so what's this about being mates with none other than the alpha?
He had nearly everything anyone could ever want. Loyalty, friends, wealth, power. You name it, he had it. What he didn't have was family, and what he didn't want was a mate. No, what alpha Marcus wanted was revenge. Revenge on the being that killed his family. And he was determined to find and capture it, regardless of wherever or whoever it was hiding in.
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