I slap him across the face. Then I shove him. After that, I start to punch his chest repeatedly, still crying.
"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A HORRIBLE PERSON! A HORRIBLE KING! A HORRIBLE ALPHA! AND THE WORST MATE KNOWN TO MANKIND!"
As soon as I say the words, I regret it. His eyes darken until their black. He shoves me back, nearly causing me to fall down.
"You are mine, Skylar. No matter how much you may hate me, you will always need me."
He strokes up and down my arm, and the sparks distract me. My thoughts start to jumble up, everything mixed up.
"You feel it, don't you? The sparks, the electricity. One little touch, and you can't even think straight."
*
Skylar hates werewolves. With a passion. So what happens when a very important werewolf turns out to be her mate?
"You know you can't resist me much longer." He continued to trail kisses down my neck and jaw. I bit my lip to keep a moan from escaping.
"I am your mate and Alpha, I order you to not touch any male or flirt with them."
"In case you have forgotten, I'm a rogue, I don't have to listen to you." The alpha growled and I couldn't stop the smirk from forming on my lips. He pushed me harder onto the wall and moved closer so every inch of our bodies were touching. It took every ounce of strength I had to stop myself from jumping him right there. He moved his hand to caress my cheek and I found myself leaning into his touch.
"When I first laid my eyes on you, you were mine. If I see any male looking at you inappropriately or longer than necessary, that will be the last thing they see. You are mine and only mine. I'm not one to share what belongs to me."