AngelLoure

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AngelLoure

"What is your name, sweetie?" He asked in a deep, cunning, commanding tone. I clenched my jaw in defiance, refusing to respond to him. But Ragnor wasn't easily deterred. He bent over, gently lifting my chin with his hand, his eyes locked onto mine. "This is going to go a lot more smoothly if you behave," he said, his voice holding a veiled threat.
          
          Frustrated, I folded my arms. I desperately wanted to be difficult, to stand my ground, but if I angered him he might just claw my head off.
          
           "It's Amelia," I finally answered.
          
          In response, the pack members who had transformed into humans let out howls and whistles. Ragnor chuckled, his grip on my chin loosening slightly.
          
           "Cute name," he remarked with a hint of enjoyment. Before I could react, he pulled me up to my feet with my arm, his grasp strong. I cried out in pain as he accidentally jarred my injured leg. "Ah, sorry about that," Ragnor said casually, as though my pain meant nothing to him.
          
          "But don't worry; you're a vampire, so it'll heal just fine since it's not a fatal wound." With that, he effortlessly lifted me into his arms, cradling me like a baby. I struggled against his hold, attempting to resist his dominance, but Ragnor simply clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Sweetie, behave, remember?" he warned, his eyes filled with unsettling amusement and authority.