What Belongs To The Alpha

What Belongs To The Alpha

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"Do you know what you are asking for" it wasn't a question it was a statement, it's no longer a modern thing for mates to mark each other. Let alone the female to mark first. "I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't" he was calm as I paced back and forth on the old, dusty, deserted road. "Why?" I was confused, he clear doesn't understand the commitment this will be. "Because, believe it or not Saydi Walker, I have fallen head over hills and I never thought I'd say that" he breathed in deeply "the day I god damn met you I wanted you, not because you're my mate but because of the way you spoke to me, you held no fear, you called my bluffs and my bullshit" his eyes held so much emotion they practically glowed. "I." He cut me off. "I haven't finished, the way you protected your dad, I knew right then right there you where the only woman I could tie myself to, body and soul, you where they only woman I wanted to carry my children, to hold my heart" he paused and I could hear his heart beating. "You continue to tie me in circles and you mess with my head and my heart to the point I want to tear my hair out and I wouldn't have it any other way my love" he walked closer and stoped not five paces in front of me. "I would follow you any where, I would lay down my life if it meant I could see you, be with you, only you" I felt confused. "My heart could never belong to anyone but you, I have never felt this way" he finished. "Cute speech, I just don't think you realise how..." he cut me off a second time. "You're afraid of commitment" he laughed sounding pissed. "The f*ck did you say?" I turned from confused to angry in a snap and it was all his fault. "You are afraid of commitment, what? What will it take to get you to commitment and realise how stable your life is going to be with me" he growled his animalistic side peeking through the barrier. "I am not afraid of much and commitment is definitely not on the list" I was growling now too.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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