"Have I not told you not to disobey me?" he said, his voice was controlled and even as he held the knife that oh-so casually laying on the table. My entire being wanted to scoff, but I held it in because, well you know, i don't want to die. "Please be more specific?" The smile he had on screamed maniac and danger as he stepped as close as I would allow him without kicking him in the jewels. "I shouldn't have to be." And with that, his hand was raised and he slapped me with the force of a thousand sons. My vision was blurry as my wolf was for once silent in shock. I am going to kill this pup no matter what it takes. ******* He growls in possession, and yet he says she means nothing to him. She feels the bond burning, and yet she despises his existence. He needs her to survive, and yet he pushes her away. Now she has to survive the wrath of the Alpha. The princess, his mate, unknown to what actual lays between the layers of anger is truly power.