The Alpha's Princess

The Alpha's Princess

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His deep emerald green eyes had long ago dispersed. A deep obsidian black pooled into his eyes from the anger I had caused him. His muscles flexed through the tight fitted shirt he had on. I might have ogled at them if I wasn't standing in the situation I was now. His head cocked slightly to the side as a sinister smirk crept onto his lips. His next words would have made any normal girl faint with delight. It only made me wanna run for the hills. "Your mine Vendetta! Only mine! Do you understand that? Or do I need to lock you up in my room?" , his deep voice boomed through the room. His eyes twinkled darkly looking for a challenge. I stood tall looking up at him with determination coursing my veins. "You don't own me Diesel Wilder. And you never will." , I spat back with venom dripping off my tongue. His face contorted as a vicious snarl erupted from his lips. A blood curdling scream echoed through the room. Only it was my scream... But the canines in my neck belonged to him...
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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